Chapter 411: The Icy Beauty's Surrender and an Astonishing Secret

The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a stark contrast to the cold, sharp aura radiating from the woman tied to the steel chair. Her black dress was slightly disheveled from the struggle, but her expression remained as frigid as a winter storm. Her eyes, the color of obsidian, glared at Kane York with a mixture of hatred and contempt, completely undeterred by her capture. "You think these ropes can hold a master of the dark arts?" she sneered, her voice...