Her Rebirth of Retribution

"Roger that!"

Kallum rallied his elite troops into the fray with a precise command and an astute grasp of enemy tactics. His rapid penetration of Uriah's defenses signaled that victory was tantalizingly close.

It was regrettable, however, that throughout this conflict, he had yet to lay eyes on Calista.

His aggression was fueled primarily by the need to corner Uriah and annihilate his remaining forces in one fell swoop.

Given that Uriah was targeting his life, Kallum knew that, if cornered, Uriah would undoubtedly use Calista as a bargaining chip against him. In such a scenario, even if it meant a life-for-life exchange, his objective would be fulfilled.

Internally, Kallum felt the temperature rising; the antipyretic and subsequent antibodies seemed to have no effect. It was clear to him that he was facing his own mortality. Yet, if his end was inevitable, then he was resolute that Calista must survive at all costs. Suddenly, a sharp splat resounded as blood splattered across Calista's face. She had managed to eliminate that man in one clean strike, but dealing with the subsequent two wolfdogs proved to be more challenging.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Despite her injuries, Calista's strength and quick thinking prevailed, allowing her to dispatch the beasts as well.

After eliminating the threat, she quickly rose and found a place to conceal herself. Her swift actions were fortuitous; as anticipated, the sound of the wolfdog's yelp drew a man, intent on killing her.

The man was instantly on high alert. They had initially split up because they believed that no matter who Calista might encounter, her demise was inevitable. However, the sudden death of one of their own-if not by Calista's hand, then perhaps an unseen assailant- suggested a formidable enemy might be lurking.

Yet, he harbored doubts about Calista's capability for such skilled combat. With the relentless gunfire resonating from the mountain's base, it seemed plausible that enemy forces had infiltrated their ranks with nefarious intent.

As such, he never relaxed his grip on his firearm, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings, muscles tensed in anticipation of any threat.

Calista remembered him well; he was the man who had brazenly harassed her in Uriah's presence, revealing his shameless and reckless nature. Clutching a gun she had just seized, she considered her options. Her marksmanship, though decent, was no match for a professionally trained soldier, especially while wounded. Engaging him with the firearm, if she failed to deliver a fatal shot, would likely result in her death.

After careful deliberation, she opted to forsake the gun, instead creating a subtle, fragmented noise to draw him in.

The man's ears perked up at the slightest sound, his approach cautious, not wanting to alarm any potential adversary. He moved stealthily toward the source of the noise, rounding a large tree to confront what he presumed might be an enemy. To his astonishment, he discovered not a foe, but an unexpectedly appealing sight.

In a shallow depression in the earth, Calista sat, her skin pale against the dirt and blood that marred her appearance. Her exposed shoulders and wide, frightened eyes could stir a mix of emotions in any onlooker.

As Calista feigned vulnerability, clutching her chest as though trying to preserve her modesty, she spoke in Turlenian, suggesting a desperate bargain for her life. "As long as you don't kill me, I can fulfill any of your desires!"

As she spoke, her grip loosened slightly, revealing more of her supple skin.

Embittered by the ongoing battle yet confident in his comrades' capabilities, the man saw an opportunity for a vile indulgence before what he assumed would be her inevitable demise.

Enthralled by her beauty, which he had noticed previously, he couldn't resist approaching Calista.

As he moved towards her, Calista's face showed fear and shock. Yet beneath her terrified exterior, a glint of cold resolve shone in her fingertips, where she secretly held a silver needle. While a needle was not a lethal weapon, it was enough for Calista to induce temporary paralysis, turning even the smallest opportunity to her advantage.

Elsewhere, Kallum had uncovered the secret entrance to a cave within Mount Goldfall. Using explosives, he gained the upper hand over Uriah.

The battle had tilted decisively in his favor. Most of Uriah's men lay defeated, and the responsibility of delivering Uriah to his demise fell squarely on Kallum.

The cave was laden with supplies- not just munitions, food, and medicine, but also stacked with gold bars, evidently Uriah's financial reserve for a potential resurgence. Uriah's blind vengeance had clouded his judgment; had he not been so consumed by revenge, he might have utilized these resources to stage a formidable comeback. From afar, Uriah's curses filled the air. Kallum responded with a cold smirk, raising his hand as a dozen guns were primed and pointed toward the approaching threat. Up to this point, Uriah remained confused about his assailant's identity.

The communication system had

broken down, leaving him isolated and without updates on the unfolding situation outside. Therefore, he was forced to rely

solely on his conjectures to piece together the clues.

Logically, he knew that most of Kallum's forces were stationed in the military district, deeply engaged in a fierce battle.

Considering his numerous

adversaries, each preoccupied with their own dilemmas, Uriah pondered who could possibly have the motive and means to target him at this juncture. Is it someone from another nation, seizing the opportunity to strike amidst my misfortune?

However, the answer to his speculations became shockingly clear the moment he saw the figure before him.

Kallum... But isn't he supposed to be in the military district?

Uriah's eyes widened in shock, a cold wave of fear washing over him as he pieced together the reality of the situation.

It turned out that Kallum, while operating a capable force in the public eye in Lostaria, also commanded a formidable, secretive force. This realization painted Kallum in a terrifying new light.

Kallum had been waiting at the end

of the cave for some time, his

posture rigid and commanding, exuding a deadly aura reminiscent of a sword ready to strike. His presence alone was enough to chill the spine.