Chapter 454: The Marquis's Invitation, The Final Gambit

The sterile scent of medicinal herbs filled the secure room within one of Apollo's hidden safehouses. Diego Santee's hands moved with a surgeon's precision and a mystic's grace, hovering over Marilyn's body. Strands of pure, life-giving energy, visible only to him as faint golden threads, flowed from his fingertips, weaving into her damaged meridians, mending the internal wounds inflicted by the Blood God Sect's foul techniques. Her breathing, once shallow and ragged, had deepened. The deathly...