Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1605 1605: Reason for Kidnapping

Surprisingly, the mistress who instructed Liliane's team to abduct Adam Vinter wasn't the sole figure from the Befallen Crown showing interest.

Morok's appearance right there confirmed the truth of it.

They hung back until Goen finished parting ways with Adam, maintaining a safe distance to evade Goen's detection. As a result, they adhered to their scheme, opting to confront Adam exactly at the Primal Lands' boundary.

Furthermore, while Morok's group was fewer in members compared to Liliane's, both he and his followers vastly outmatched Liliane's crew in power.

Alexia sensed this disparity sharply, her body still quivering faintly. Should Morok's squad have faced off against Liliane's, Morok would dominate every single encounter, leaving Liliane utterly without hope.

Yet, Morok hadn't anticipated overpowering Ramilo to seize Adam, and just one factor explained why:

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

A fearsome aura resembling shadowy fire poured out from Ramilo, engulfing the wide area in gloom. Right at the heart of it sat Ramilo cross-legged, his blue gaze gleaming intensely.

The four beasts pulled back instinctively, while Morok stood firm without budging.

"Hah, you claim you're old?" Morok scoffed. "I'm certain you'll survive longer than all of us."

Ramilo bared his teeth in a feral smile, cocking his head at an ominous slant.

"So? What's your choice, Morok? Will you allow me to escort this girl to the Citadel and pursue Adam Vinter on your own, or... do you prefer to discover my true power?"

This presented a tough dilemma. Internally, Morok recognized Ramilo's tale as pure fabrication. If truly determined, Ramilo could shield Adam from nearly every beast in the Primal Lands.

Morok's strategy never involved besting Ramilo entirely. His aim was merely to divert Ramilo for a few brief seconds—time enough to snatch Adam and flee.

Morok held no illusions of total triumph over Ramilo; he knew it was impossible.

Nevertheless, circumstances forced him to probe their limits.

"I understand. You wish to keep up this charade." Morok inclined his head and eyed the youth positioned to his left.

Morok gave a nod, and the young man vanished into thin air.

Whoooooooosh.

Instantly afterward, the young man materialized beside Ramilo's right side, a flash streaking along his lengthy katana's edge. A single stroke could cleave the hillside apart.

Twitch.

Ramilo's fingers jerked, and in the following instant, the young man's right limb was clutched in Ramilo's hold.

The young man's eyes bulged wide as he retreated abruptly, rematerializing among his companions.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Thick gobs of blood fell from the gaping injury at his shoulder. Within an instant, his arm—from fingers to elbow—had been severed, now gripped by Ramilo.

No trace of agony showed on the young man's features. He simply pressed his palm to the stump, channeling energy to seal the gash.

Morok stayed composed too. This outcome was among the scenarios he'd foreseen.

"That was remarkable. Such velocity... How can you still call yourself old after displaying that?"

Morok gestured toward the severed arm.

"Will you return it to us, or—?"

Tap.

With a faint smirk, Ramilo prodded the detached limb. The moment his talon met the flesh, it shuddered and burst into a spray of gore.

"Understood. That outcome was predictable." Morok exhaled deeply.

Ramilo lifted his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Count yourselves fortunate I spared his life. He ventured too near. I could've torn his spine straight from his throat. A mere fraction of a second sufficed for that—more than adequate time."

Morok knew this wasn't mere boasting.

"Tsk. Fine. Escort this girl to the Citadel; she holds no value for us."

Alexia knit her brows but held her tongue. The peril was too great.

"Alright then, clear out of my path before my temper flares. You're the second fool today attempting to rile me. That's excessive."

Ramilo's gaze tightened into menacing lines.

"My tolerance isn't infinite."

Morok offered no retort, merely flicking his wrist.

He vanished ahead, the remaining four Lords trailing as fleeting silhouettes.

When elite monsters clashed or sparred, resolutions typically came through words or swift strikes, much like here.

Beings of such caliber seldom dove into prolonged fights carrying real mortal danger.

This stemmed not just from the peril of death, but also from the havoc their blows would unleash and the notice they'd draw.

No one could predict the result if Morok had unleashed his full might on Ramilo. Likely, Ramilo would have slain them all, and their battle might have provoked a formidable creature in these territories to ally with Ramilo, even if he faltered.

In any event, Ramilo possessed far greater expertise here than Alexia, who stood stunned.

"Hold on... They're gone? Just like that?"

Ramilo dipped his head.

"Indeed. They lack alternatives. Whether they hunt for Adam or head back to the Befallen Crown, it ceases to concern us."

"What? Ramilo!" Alexia burst out in outrage. "We must locate the scum who took Adam and rescue him! This matters greatly!"

Ramilo offered a wry grin.

"Listen, you haven't grasped it yet, have you?"

"Huh?" Alexia batted her eyes repeatedly, bewildered.

"Zargos trailed Adam from his bout with Vaarh, spurred by intrigue. Thus, he learned of Morok and his group's intentions before anyone."

Ramilo gestured dismissively.

"Zargos's assault on us aimed not to deliver Adam to the Befallen Crown, but to shield him from Morok and spare us both the headache."

Alexia's mouth hung open in disbelief. She refused to accept it.

Ramilo rubbed his jawline.

"Damn, he ought to have explained upfront rather than mid-fight. What's his game now?"