Chapter 446

Whenever Elliana witnessed these two subordinates in action, laughter threatened to escape her lips despite herself. Heather perpetually schemed to extract wealth from unsuspecting men, while Damian worshipped money with religious devotion. Their encounters inevitably erupted into battles worthy of mortal enemies.

Elliana’s attention drifted to the remaining duo positioned nearby.

Kieran Lloyd had surrendered to slumber on the sofa, his handsome features softened by exhaustion, wearing that familiar expression of perpetual weariness that seemed permanently etched into his bones.

Meanwhile, Clifton Wilde occupied the opposite end of the sofa, his brilliant mind lost somewhere in distant realms of imagination. Despite possessing an intellect that could shame scholars, he frequently appeared to drift through reality like a ghost.

Who could possibly believe that these four seemingly ordinary individuals actually comprised the legendary Four Guardians under Death Thorn, each one a weapon capable of reshaping destinies?

The moment Heather’s eyes found Elliana, her entire demeanor transformed into radiant welcome. “Elliana, you’ve finally graced us with your presence! My heart has ached with longing for you!”

This proclamation jolted Kieran from his dreams, snapped Clifton back to the present moment, and caused Damian to abandon his money-counting ritual with startling enthusiasm.

“Elliana!” they chorused in perfect unison, their voices ringing with the devotion of disciples greeting their messiah, their eyes blazing with unmistakable reverence.

Elliana had always maintained an atmosphere of casual camaraderie with these loyal souls, but today’s tempest of emotions left her capable of only the briefest acknowledgment.

Heather studied Elliana’s expression with the careful attention of a detective examining evidence before venturing cautiously, “Elliana, has something wounded your spirit?”

Elliana allowed the question to dissolve into silence as she advanced toward the sofa.

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Clifton and Kieran sprang into action, frantically clearing away scattered clothing and abandoned newspapers before polishing the cushions with their sleeves. “Take a seat.”

Elliana settled into the offered seat and fixed them with her penetrating stare. “Have you completed every preparation I instructed the other day?”

Clifton, who bore the mantle of leadership among the Four Guardians, responded with a firm nod of confirmation. “Every detail has been executed to perfection.”

Elliana’s expression hardened as she leaned forward. “This confrontation with Blaze Wraith promises to test our limits like never before. Keep your senses razor-sharp and your defenses impenetrable—do you understand me?”

“Your concerns are groundless. We stand ready like sentinels in the night,” Clifton pledged with unwavering conviction.

Having delivered these crucial instructions, Elliana retreated into brooding silence, her interest in conversation extinguished.

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