Chapter 538

They chose to return, sealing their fate to die with him. Callum was stunned, but before he could react, the cave entrance exploded like a sky-splitting blast. The force flung them back, their bodies seemingly bursting. They collapsed, wounded. Before losing consciousness, Callum gritted his teeth, bit his tongue to stay awake, and pulled out his phone to type a message. A rock smashed into his hand just as he was about to send it.

“Ouch!” Callum screamed, blood gushing from his hand and dripping onto the phone screen. He struggled to type, feeling as if he'd been kicked hard. His body flew through the air, but his grip on the phone never faltered. The image froze; then, as a blade of grass stained with Percival's blood fell to the ground, the image vanished.

“What is this?” Orson exclaimed, startled.

The scene replayed before their eyes like a vivid dream—so real, with voices so clear, it felt like a replay of actual events.

“I used Percival’s blood to unlock Callum’s memories and recreate what happened to them,” Odalys explained.

Her chest felt tight; the exertion had taken its toll.

Percival, snapping out of his shock, noticed her distress. He quickly approached, putting his arms around her shoulders to steady her. Odalys shook her head, indicating she was fine. He helped her sit, taking her small hand in his.

“That’s enough. Don’t use your powers anymore. It will consume too much energy. What if it wears you out?” Percival said softly, his eyes full of worry.

Odalys smiled, lowered her head, buried her face in her knees, and glanced up at him sideways. Moonlight peeked through the dark clouds, illuminating him. She gently stroked his short black hair, smoothing the messy strands.

“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Odalys replied.

She hadn't expected Callum's loyalty and righteousness, or the bodyguards' fearless devotion to death. No one in the Stewart family seemed to fear death—not even the servants and bodyguards.

“When Callum wakes up, we’ll go back,” Percival said, remaining silent about what he'd seen, omitting the need to find the incident's location. He simply stayed quietly with Odalys.

Exhausted, Odalys rested her face on her knees and fell asleep. Percival stood, removed his jacket, and draped it over her. Seeing her sound sleep, he knew she was truly spent.

Orson, sitting nearby, approached after observing them.

“She’s been overexerting herself lately. Try to speak less in front of her; it’s best not to mention anything else,” Percival instructed, fearing Odalys wouldn't cope if this continued.

Chapter 338

“Alright,” Orson replied thoughtfully. He’d wanted to ask Odalys about Callum’s incident—its location, and why he’d been found in the display tank—but she had fallen asleep.

“The incident must have happened nearby, and this tank isn’t ordinary. It holds over a dozen people unnoticed. The other party must have used some illusion to erase all traces.”

“We saw what happened but not who did it. Clearly, the perpetrator acted with extreme caution, concealing their identity.”

“This person may be an acquaintance, someone we know,” Percival speculated.

Orson nodded.

“I thought so, too. They tried to kill Callum and the others but couldn't be seen. They possess immense power, or as Odalys called it, magic. This person must be superior to Oliver.”

“Everyone in Crownridge respects Oliver, considers him powerful, but tonight proves he's no match for Odalys—which is strange.”

“Odalys defeated him effortlessly; he was severely injured. Is he a pawn, a substitute for someone else?” Orson gasped, realizing the situation was far more complex than he'd imagined. Dangers lurked everywhere, and anything could happen at any time.

“Oliver has been entrenched in Crownridge for decades. This plan was likely set in motion long ago, possibly before my father's accident,” Percival said, wondering what his father had discovered to become involved.

“What is the relationship between Father and Odalys’s master?” Odalys's master had summoned her back to the Bennett family. Was it an alliance, or was she in danger? Percival wondered.

“Also, Odalys’s necklace is so powerful; many covet it but fear stealing it. Today, Hannah and Sophia tried to get her to give it to them.”

“Are they unable to steal it, or is it impossible to steal it?” Orson continued.

Percival turned, gazing thoughtfully at the sleeping Odalys.

“Her master gave her the necklace. Perhaps it only works if given willingly. Otherwise, if stolen, it becomes useless.”

“Like Sophia’s Love Spell. Without the energy field's blessing and no one to maintain its power, the Love Spell is useless to her; she can't even control Atlas.”

“Her necklace may be the same; its use has conditions,” Percival guessed. He knew little about such things, but good things weren't for everyone. It was like taking too much tonic; a weak person consuming potent nourishment might die. Not everything was edible. The necklace was the same.

“I see. It seems Odalys is the chosen one,” Orson understood instantly, his worldview shattered once more. He'd been a non-believer, but now planned to visit Magic Entertainment to pray upon returning to Crownridge—to ensure his safety.

No wonder Grandpa told me to go to church when I had nothing to do, Orson thought, dismissing it as unscientific before, but now casting aside those reservations. If science was useful, what was the point of magic? Science couldn't explain what was happening.

“I’ll go in and see Callum,” Orson said before leaving, wanting to give Percival and Odalys some space. He knew Percival well: not lustful, but deeply devoted to Odalys. He wanted to be alone with her.