The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 476

Chapter 476 The Enigmatic Stranger

“N–No, I don’t know him,” the Emperor stammered, instinctively shaking his head.

But as his gaze fell once again on the chip in Raven’s hand, his entire body began to tremble–uncontrollably, as if struck by some deep–seated terror.

A moment later, he straightened and said quickly, “I won’t disturb you any further.”

Without waiting for a response, the Emperor turned and strode out of the hospital

Only… his steps weren’t rushed so much as frantic. Not the urgency of a man in a hurry–but of one fleeing something he feared.

Raven watched his retreating figure, then looked down at the chip in her hand. ‘What is he afraid of?‘

If it was simply suspicion–if he feared she was connected to Saxon–then his reaction might’ve made sense.

But that expression just now…

It wasn’t wariness. It was something far more primal. It was fear–bone–deep and utterly out of place for someone like him.

As Raven turned the thought over, elsewhere in the hospital, Oakley was hunched in a dark corner, eyes glued to the surveillance feed of her and the chip.

He recognized it immediately.

That was no ordinary device–it was a comms chip from a higher world, something he’d once seen in the possession of a white–robed master.

If that chip came from that place… then maybe, just maybe, it held the key to finding a way into that world.

Oakley’s breathing hitched.

His eyes locked on the chip, dark with greed.

Back at the hotel, Raven had barely stepped into her suite when Hugmuinn arrived, fresh from Vyrdenia.

He’d caught wind of everything that had happened on his way over. Without delay, he handed her a thick, embossed envelope.

“It’s an invitation to a private gathering of global elites,” he said. “Three days from now, right here in Broson City.

“Word is, someone’s going to show up–someone rumored to be from the higher realm. They say his medical skills are godlike. Supposedly, he can even bring people back from the dead.”

“Back from the dead?” Raven’s casual expression vanished, her posture straightening with sudden intensity.

She reached out and took the invitation without hesitation. “I’ll be there.”

She didn’t care how far–fetched it sounded. If there was even the slimmest chance it could save Benedict, she wasn’t going

to ignore it.

Then she asked, “Any updates on Cassian?”

Hugmuinn paused mid–step, sighed, and said, “Not yet. I already deployed Valhalla’s forces stationed in the Sunset Empire to sweep Broson City’s main districts, but we’ve come up empty so far.”

“Keep digging,” Raven said, her tone clipped. The longer Cassian remained missing, the more her unease grew.

“Yes, ma’am,” Hugmuinn nodded. Then after a beat, he added, “By the way… have you seen Thorian lately?”

“You need something from him?”

“Yeah. It’s… a personal matter.”

Raven didn’t press. “He’s in the hospital here in Broson City. He’s injured. If you’re heading that way, you might as well stop by.”

Hugmuinn’s face darkened. “He’s hurt? Badly?”

His chest tightened. His younger brother had been shadowing Thorian during training in the Sunset Empire, but just days ago, that idiot had gotten into trouble with someone they should’ve never crossed. With Raven occupied in Vyrdenia, Hugmuinn had begged Thorian to handle it.

Now Thorian was wounded–and odds were, it was because of his brother.