the underworld 979

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Chapter 979

“I can’t head back yet. Keep an eye on the selection event for me. I’ve gotta track down Raven before those aristocratic familles make their mosvet Samantha’s voice crackled with urgency over the phone.

“Raven’s tough, but against those vipers? She wouldn’t stand a chance if they get to her before she reaches Deariton,” she added.

The stakes were sky–high. The vassal positions under Scion–Forreb’s future monarch and the prized disciple of the four lords–were a golden ticket.

Anyone who won Scion’s favor would be set for life, practically untouchable. Those families would do anything to keep Raven from snagging one of those coveted spots. Samantha had to find her. Now.

She hung up, her face grim, and stormed out of the room.

‘Damn those eight families,‘ she thought. ‘If anything happens to Raven, I’ll make sure they pay with blood.

“My lord, when are you coming back?” she muttered, almost pleading. “Raven’s in deep trouble. If you don’t show up soon, I’m not sure I can keep her safe…”

Only Keegan’s return could rein in those greed–blinded families, obsessed with securing a vassal spot. For now, Samantha’s only shot was finding Raven before they did.

Leaving Frihamen City, she hit the road, scouring nearby towns. Forreb was massive–searching every city could take years. By then, Raven might already be a corpse, courtesy of the Eight Great Families.

‘How could I face Lord Brown if I fail?‘ she thought.

Meanwhile, across Deariton, the eight great families were gearing up for action.

Their mission? Crystal clear: took out Raven. No ifs, ands, or buts–these families were dead set on ending her.

Over in Forlunda City, the local commander was fresh off the latest selection event and already on the horn with the higher–ups. His voice crackled with urgency as she reported to her superior.

“Lord Shillingford, you’re not gonna believe this,” he said, barely containing her excitement. “We’ve got a wildcard. This girl–Raven Valor–she aced every single challenge in the secret room.

“I’m talking all the checkpoints, no sweat. She’s got a real shot at snagging one of the final five spots!”

The man on the other end, Louie Shillingford, was the deputy commander of Oxyork, a quasi–primary hub.

He’d been the one to greenlight Forlunda’s selection event, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear this.

Louie had deliberately cranked up the difficulty to weed out the riffraff before the main event.

This wasn’t a game for small–timers–only the elite, handpicked by Scion’s top brass, were supposed to make the cut. No average Joe or Jane from a backwater like Forlunda was supposed to even get close.

People from a small city like Forlunda City were not worthy of participating in selection event at all, let alone bein5088940 vassals by Scion’s side.

“Hold up,” Louie snapped, his tone dripping with skepticism. “You’re telling me someone from Forlunda passed? All the checkpoints? Janelle, I’m swamped here. I don’t have time for fairy tales.

“Not one participant from the secondary cities advanced. Not one. Even the quasi–primary cities only had three squeak by, and they were hanging on by a thread. You expect me to believe some nobody from your podunk town outdid them?”

“I’m dead serious!” the commander shot back, his voice rising. “I’d bet my badge on it. This isn’t some fluke. Raven’s the real deal–off–the–charts talent in every area. She’s a freaking unicorn!