"Cloudwind Realm, let three thousand realms bow to me!" — Serafina Zephyr
Above the Cloudcover Continent, there lies a fiery forest resembling raging flames.
In the pitch-black night, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly pierces the air, delicate and mournful, shattering the silence and awakening mysterious creatures in the forest. Birds scatter in panic, fluttering through the night.
"Serafina, if blame is to be placed, it's on your misfortune!" "Summon someone, throw her off the cliff, let her taste the helplessness of free fall!"
Bathed in the dim twilight, an ivory maiden brandishes a thorned whip. With each strike, droplets of blood follow its pattern, staining the earth below crimson.
Behind her stand dozens of shadow guards, casting her figure in a radiance akin to stars.
The pitiful scream from earlier emanates from the girl now struggling on the ground. Her clothes are soaked in blood, her face smeared with dirt. The blood-soaked garments, under the lashes of the thorned whip, reveal torn flesh, a sight too gruesome to bear witness.
At this moment, two guards, following orders, push her over the cliff —
"Ai..." The girl's words are drowned out by the raging wind.
Witnessing this, the ivory maiden can't help but reveal a wicked smile. Serafina, this useless one, finally meets her end in her eyes! With the troublesome girl gone, her mood lightens considerably.
"Hahaha..." The woman's maniacal laughter echoes along the cliff's edge.
The next day -
Serafina struggles to open her weary eyelids. A faint glimmer passes through her eyes as she tries to make out the scenery before her. It seems to be a stream at the bottom of the cliff. She lies by the brook.
No wonder, in her state of unconsciousness, she vaguely heard the sound of dripping water!
Not waiting for her to contemplate further, a sudden wave of intense pain struck, causing her to involuntarily whimper. Suddenly, fragmented scenes flashed through her mind.
In the Cloudcrest Territory of the Chudonia Kingdom, Serafina, the abandoned daughter of the Six-winged Angel family. In recent days, she had been emotionally distressed due to her fiancé abruptly canceling their engagement. Concerned for her, her friend Emily Zephyr, under the pretext of "soothing the soul," invited her to this desolate forest.
However, this meeting turned out to be a death sentence!
Ambushed from behind, cruelly tortured, subjected to malicious mockery, and ultimately kicked off the cliff!
Each unfolding event resembled chapters of an intense vendetta.
In this world, strength reigns supreme. Everyone on the continent can cultivate spiritual power, except for Serafina Zeph, this peculiar "freak" unable to cultivate. Ironically, she possesses captivating beauty, rumored to bear a striking resemblance to her missing mother.
The Six-winged Angel family is a descendant of the Chudonia Kingdom, which experienced its peak over a decade ago. Now, it finds itself in a state of decline and obscurity. Without the steadfast support of Lord Claude, the Six-winged Angel family is likely to be trampled upon, becoming a relic of Chudonia's past.
Among the descendants of the Six-winged Angel family, only the original host and her aunt Miranda remain. Miranda has been in a poisoned slumber for ten years. Her planned marriage falling through adds insult to injury to the Zeph family. The marriages of both niece and aunt are continuously rejected, tarnishing the reputation of the Six-winged Angel family.
"Emily!" Serafina squints her eyes, feeling the pain from her wounds as if she endured cruel torture last night. The triumphant and malicious expression on Emily's face persists in her mind, haunting her.
The original host's sorrow and bloodthirsty hatred resonate deeply within her.
"Now that I've taken over your body, I'll take good care of your family and, of course, deal with those who have wronged you one by one!"
Just as she prepares to stand up, a faint "drip-drip" sound emanates from behind. She cautiously turns around. In the distance, a vague figure is shrouded in a rich blue starlight.
"Celestial Star Chart!" Serafina exclaimed in surprise. It was the first time she encountered the celestial star chart mentioned in ancient texts.
In her past life, she possessed the peculiar ability to discern others' destinies. Unexpectedly, in this life, Serafina Zeph also had a similar ability.
Faced with this unprecedented celestial star chart, Serafina couldn't help but feel curious. Naturally, she wanted to closely study the person possessing such a chart and discover their extraordinary abilities. She struggled to stand up, water from the stream reaching just below her knees, and she took determined yet slow steps toward the source.
Individuals with this celestial star chart are renowned figures in various fields, favored by magical forces. This piqued her interest. Soon, she arrived at a distance of about ten meters from the intense blue starlight, its brilliance almost dazzling. Suddenly, a powerful force pulled her closer.
Her wrist was seized by an ice-cold hand, exerting immense pressure that nearly crushed her bones. "Who are you?" a cold and deep voice echoed, sending shivers down her spine.
Serafina:!
The rich blue starlight shrouded him, rendering his features completely indiscernible. However, based on his voice alone, she could imagine a handsome face. In her past life, she could effortlessly close her magical eye, but now, no matter how she blinked, it was in vain!
Sensing the escalating hostility from the man, she realized she had been careless. Now, the only option was to pretend! She lifted her head like a blind person, her tone carrying a hint of joy. "Is it Lord Benedict?"
"It's already nighttime? Why can't I see you?"
"Benedict, you have no idea, those rogue bandits have no humanity at all. They bullied a helpless weak girl like me and even threw me off the cliff!"
Serafina spoke rapidly, and finally, she burst into sobs, shoulders trembling. However, tears refused to flow, leaving her with a pitiful, choked-up appearance.
The man's mouth involuntarily twitched when he heard Benedict's name. Upon hearing her subsequent words, he was almost speechless. If this girl still had psychic power and wasn't covered in injuries, she might have snapped her neck the moment she opened her eyes.
"Are you really not seeing it?" His words carried a dangerous undertone.
Upon hearing this, Serafina's dirty face instantly paled, her eyes vacant. She suddenly wanted to struggle, but Arthur Collins tightly held onto her hand.
"You... you're not Benedict! Who are you?"
As Serafina's words fell, her eyes suddenly stung, and the blue starlight dispersed. Vaguely, she saw a figure.
Gradually, she saw...
The man's jet-black hair cascaded over his shoulders. His expression was icy, and he had a tall figure, akin to an orchid swaying in the wind—noble, elegant, with an indescribable sense of grace. His lips pressed into a slight line, and his profound eyes were mysterious and dangerously alluring.
Cold and reserved, with an inexplicable allure.
He didn't exude a hint of spring, and everything around him seemed to lose its luster.
A hint of astonishment flashed in Serafina's phoenix-like eyes, but the man caught it. Arthur Collins was somewhat annoyed. How dare she play tricks on him. He grabbed Serafina's neck, applying force.
Serafina: "..." Her magic eye recovered right on time, just as he was on high alert. Wasn't this provoking hostility? Serafina struggled desperately, but with her body devoid of psychic power, how could she break free?
Serafina exerted all her strength to try to pry open his hand, but his grip remained as firm as iron, unmoved by her efforts.
No, this can't be!
For the sake of survival, she had to resort to this method. Silently, she activated her mysterious eyes, transforming the pitch-black irises into alluring and mysterious deep blue.
She firmly grasped the hand choking her neck, sharp nails piercing his skin, drawing in the strange blood that flowed. When he attempted to release his grip, an invisible force restrained him.
"Two lives entwined, I live, you live! In death, we are bound—"
A cold and ruthless voice echoed as an unnatural connection formed within Arthur. Despite Serafina's tattered appearance, her enticing and mysterious deep blue eyes paired with a sly smile.
In the next moment, her hands weakened, and with a splash, she fell into the water. Her head tilted, and she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Arthur's expression turned grave. He felt his life force gradually draining away. The seemingly harmless girl before him possessed extraordinary skills and an irresistible magic.
That mysterious heterochromatic pupil...
She couldn't die now—at least not until the spell was broken!
Once lifted, he would make her wish she were dead!
"Sovereign!"
"We arrived too late! Humbly requesting the sovereign's judgment!"
Suddenly, two figures in black appeared by the stream, half-kneeling and bowing respectfully.
"Whoosh." A figure in a dark robe, exuding pure and noble elegance, emerged from the water, cradling a petite woman in his arms.
Step by step, he approached the shore.
"Stand up." A low and melodious voice echoed.
Yes, the two figures stood up at the command. In that moment, both of them froze, eyes widened.
Arthur Collins cast a faint glance at them, and despite their efforts to remain composed, their bodies trembled slightly. Deep down, they were thrilled.
Could this really be the sovereign? And why was he holding a woman? It was too shocking! Considering the sovereign's well-known aversion to females and his strict hygiene requirements, embracing a woman seemed unimaginable.
Moreover, the woman was covered in wounds, with a conspicuous red mark on her neck. Could she be a victim of the sovereign's own hand?!
Realizing something unusual, perhaps they would gently advise the sovereign to be more careful with delicate creatures. After all, too much ferocity might lead to a short lifespan for such fragile beings.
At this moment, Arthur Collins had already placed Serafina on the ground. His brows furrowed as he, with his knobby hands, retrieved a black Tarlight Elixir pill. His actions were far from gentle as he forced it into her mouth.
Fortunately, the pill melted upon contact. The effectiveness of the Tarlight Elixir was significant, and soon, the wounds on Serafina's body began to heal, restoring color to her pale face.
However, the vivid red mark on her fair neck, caused by his power, was not something the Tarlight Elixir could completely cure. Nonetheless, her vitality was gradually recovering.
When she woke up, he would order her to lift the curse. Suddenly, Arthur Collins remembered her provocative smile, her triumphant gaze, and her words before losing consciousness: "I live, you live! In death, we are bound!" His mood became increasingly restless.
Arthur Collins glanced at her and stood up, calling, "James Watson."
James Watson immediately bowed respectfully. "Your servant is here."
"Inform Archmage Charles; postpone the schedule."
"Yes." James Watson acknowledged and then faded away mysteriously.
On the side, Olivia saw her sovereign leaving the side of the disheveled woman, her hands crossed behind her back as she gazed into the distance.
Olivia softly said, "Did the sovereign have a quarrel with the girl?"
"Olivia, don't you have better things to do?" A cold and stern voice resounded.
Upon hearing this, Olivia instantly revealed a perfect smile and said, "Your servant just remembered; it seems the barrier at the bottom of the cliff is flawed. Your servant will strengthen it now!"
Having said that, she left in a hurry.
Dusk descended, and darkness shrouded the area.
At the bottom of the cliff, the shore was silent, devoid of any sound, with only a noble and cold man standing with hands crossed, eyes closed.
It was unknown how much time had passed. Faint groans emerged from the depths, and the unconscious person gradually awoke in the pitch-black darkness.
She sat up, reaching into the impenetrable darkness.
When she touched her neck, a sudden pain struck. She instinctively massaged it, quickly recalling the scenes before she lost consciousness.
Serafina couldn't help but say, "I've never seen such a violent lunatic; just because he looks handsome, he thinks he can act recklessly?"
"Hmm?" A deep and sinister voice echoed around her.
Caught off guard by her sudden comment, Serafina's heart jumped. She looked toward the source of the sound. Standing about ten meters away was a figure in a dark robe, tall and imposing.
Realizing she had been discovered talking to herself, Serafina quickly closed her eyes, inspecting her mysterious pupils. She discovered a subtle blue thread connecting her to him. Flowing with psychic energy, this thread was invisible to others, including the man before her.
Their fates were interwoven on the celestial chart, and she no longer worried that he would take her life.
In her past life, she resided among the modern magic-blooded hidden ranks, adept in the arts of arcane and visual magic. The technique of weaving destinies on the celestial chart was reserved for those linked by sacred ties.
For spouses in love and trust, their fates were tightly intertwined on the celestial chart, and betrayal would lead to irreversible disaster. She used this technique purely out of necessity...
Serafina approached him, wearing a composed smile on her face. "Brother..."
Arthur turned to look at her, cutting off her words with an impatient tone. "Lift your curse."
Serafina's gaze subtly shifted. Those phoenix-like pupils shimmered with a strange light in the darkness, suddenly pouncing on him like a wolf, resembling a sorrowful and desperate ghost tightly entwined around his thighs. "Ugh... I can't undo it."
Arthur's face darkened. Attempting to kick her away, he found Serafina firmly clinging to him, unwilling to let go.
In the darkness of the night
