The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Old Enemies Face To Face

Zaria materialized in a location far from the Verner residence. As soon as she arrived, a familiar voice rang out.

"Why are you seeking Evanthe?"

Turning, Zaria faced the silver-haired elf. "I see your penchant for eavesdropping hasn’t faded," she remarked.

"Nor has your knack for stirring up trouble," he retorted. "I’m holding back from attacking you right now, and that’s only out of respect for Oriana. So, make your point, quickly."

"You’re thinking of attacking me?" she laughed. "Remember, you nearly lost to me on the new moon night. You know I possess stronger power...."

"Which doesn’t belong to you,"he cut in sharply, "when did you ever fight using your own capabilities but the strength created by malicious ways." he sneered "And yet you dare to claim the title of the most powerful black witch. The only word that fits is ’black.’ You have a black heart."

"Tell me something I don’t know," she scoffed. "I’d rather embrace my black heart than deceive others by pretending to be pure and white, like you."

Yorian’s glare intensified. "People with dark souls like yours will never understand us," he said, bracing himself for a confrontation. "Will you get to the point, or shall we test our powers right now?"

She stepped back, her gaze mocking him as her hands hovered, poised for battle. "I wouldn’t mind another face-off with you. Maybe this time you’ll finally get your chance for revenge on behalf of your beloved."

Yorian’s expression darkened, a stark contrast to his usually playful demeanor. His blue eyes blazed with fury. "You dare mention her with your filthy mouth," he roared, launching himself at the witch without holding back.

Swish! Boom!

The air around them crackled, a fierce dance of divine power and dark magic, neither willing to yield.

"I never wanted her to die. She was perhaps the only one among you high elves I wished to spare," Zaria declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. "But by being in your place, she was destined to. She chose to die for you."

Fueled by her words, Yorian’s attacks grew even more ferocious, his mind seething with rage.

"You despicable witch," he hissed, unleashing a powerful blow that forced Zaria several steps back—a testament to its strength.

"You are truly formidable, Yorian," Zaria conceded with a twisted smile. "I only wish you had been this strong centuries ago; perhaps then you could have saved her. How tragic." With that, she launched a counterattack, more potent than before, pushing Yorian back, his boots screeching across the floor, leaving marks in their wake.

"I’m wielding my own powers this time, not those forged from divine blood," Zaria stated confidently. "How did that feel?"

Yorian responded instantly with another swift attack, but before it could reach her, Zaria countered, their powers colliding in a tumultuous clash of light and darkness.

"Enough!"

A commanding voice cut through the chaos, but neither combatant yielded. Finally, the owner of the voice intervened directly, using her own powers.

Boom!