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Only Malvol and Nash remained on the battlefield in Central District. Everyone who could still move was heading toward them.

This meant that no matter how powerful Malvol was, his defeat was inevitable. The outcome was already determined, yet his expression remained intriguing.

"It's been a while," Nash suddenly said.

Malvol smiled. "Indeed, it has."

The face before Nash was all too familiar to him.

"Francis, why?" Nash asked, his voice filled with anger. "What do you want?"

At that moment, all the clues connected. If it had not been for Zaafea, Nash might never have guessed that the Elder Malvol was, in fact, his martial senior, Francis.

Nash had his suspicions, but he had been avoiding the truth-he did not want to believe that his martial brother had become one of the elders of the Church of the Netherworld. Nonetheless, all the clues pointed to it.

In the past, Nash's father had warned him to be wary of Francis and his other seniors, but Nash had not taken it seriously.

He could not believe that a fellow disciple would join the Church of the Netherworld. This explained many things, though.

When the Illuminion invaded the Northern Territory, why did Francis appear with the wardens?

It was clear they were no match for the Illuminion, and this was Francis' doing. He planned to collaborate with Arlo and Arlan, staging an inside job to eliminate all the wardens except Nash's father.

With the military losing its direct leadership, Drakonia would inevitably become a puppet of the Illuminion. Fortunately, Nash arrived in time, and Mosley's actions prevented the tragedy.

This also explained why Mosley had kept certain things from Nash. It was evident that Mosley had known about this while in Gorgeous Country, but did not have the chance to tell Nash.

It was likely due to the loss of some memories after his soul was extracted.

Yet, Nash Still could not understand the reason behind it. Both he and Francis were their master's prized disciples, and their master had always emphasized the importance of character.

Nash had adhered to his master's teachings, but his senior had strayed from the path.

"Why, Francis? Why did you..."

Francis's face twisted into a snarl, a stark contrast to the kind figure Nash had once admired. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Nash, you're doing well, very well."

"What are you talking about?"

Francis tilted his head. There was a look of disdain on his face as he continued, "You really are the old man's perfect heir. You didn't disappoint."noveldrama

"What are you talking about?" Nash was confused. What 'heir'? His master had never mentioned anything about that.

Francis pointed at Nash, his body trembling with rage. "If it weren't for you, Amulet Glory would've been mine! It's all because of you!"

"Amulet Glory?" This was the first

time Nash had heard the term, though he had a vague idea. Amulet Glory seemed to be the powerful force within him, something like the blazing sun. He did not even know when his master had implanted it in him.

Nevertheless, this revelation triggered a realization. All his life, Nash had been considered a prodigy, Yes, he had advanced in his cultivation at an extraordinary pace, and he always thought it was because he had seized the right opportunities.

Yet now, it seemed that this so-called Amulet Glory might have been the true source of his rapid progress.