Chapter 1273

Chapter 1273:

“Mr. Harrison!” my chief guard called out amidst the din of battle. “You’re injured, sir. If we don’t retreat, you’ll die!”

I watched as Makenna and Dominic exchanged smiles. Their smiles enraged me even further.

With great effort, I managed to regain my wits. “Retreat!” I ordered.

I then fled with the remainder of my troops in disgrace.

Every step I took sent agony flooding through my shoulder.

However, the hatred I felt within me kept me upright.

“You just wait, Makenna. You’ll pay dearly for this!” I vowed.

Antoni’s POV:

I fled, battered and burning with defiance, refusing to bow to defeat. Blood flowed relentlessly from the gash in my right shoulder. Gritting my teeth, I swallowed the sharp, metallic tang of blood creeping up my throat.

“Mr. Harrison, your wound…” My guard’s voice faltered, his worry plain as day.

I raised a hand to hush him, my eyes smoldering as they locked onto the towering, ominous peaks of the werewolf mountains in the distance.

With Makenna now wielding the sacred artifact, a relic of unimaginable power, the path to confronting her had grown far more perilous.

“Let’s move!” I growled, my voice rough as gravel. “We’re going to Leonardo’s place!”

My guards exchanged wary glances but didn’t dare defy my command. We abandoned our original path back to the Wizard Clan and hastened toward Leonardo’s current location.

As we stepped inside, the sharp crash of shattering porcelain greeted us.

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“Useless! A pack of incompetent fools!” Leonardo’s thunderous bellow rattled the crystal chandelier overhead, sending it swaying. “You can’t even seize Marehelm!”

His guards cowered on their knees, trembling under his wrath.

My arrival seemed to temper Leonardo’s fury, if only for a moment.

His eyes narrowed, raking over my disheveled form, a scornful smirk curling his lips. “Antoni? To what do I owe this visit? Rumor has it Makenna lopped off your left arm.”

Swallowing the rage simmering within me, I met his gaze with icy resolve. “Your Majesty, this is no time for gloating. Makenna has claimed the werewolves’ sacred artifact. While the Wizard Clan’s protections shield me from her wrath, your fate, I fear, will be far grimmer.”

Leonardo’s smirk vanished.

He leapt from his throne, the golden threads of his robe glinting as it flared behind him. “What did you say?”

“Just moments ago,” I replied, holding Leonardo’s stunned gaze. “Makenna not only secured the sacred artifact but unleashed its power to reduce the werewolf cemetery to ruins.”

I paused, relishing the dread creeping across his face. “The next catastrophe…”

“Your Majesty will surely come for you.”

Leonardo’s complexion paled visibly. He stumbled back, gripping the armrest of the throne to steady himself. I knew precisely what haunted him.

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