Chapter 333: The Secret of the Bloody Past

The pressure was a physical entity, a crushing weight that buckled the very air around the Yale estate. It emanated from the two figures who stood with an otherworldly stillness, their gazes fixed on Brock with a mixture of contempt and clinical interest. They were predators who had cornered their prey, and the game was, in their minds, already over. Brock’s muscles were locked, his bones groaning under the invisible force. Every fiber of his being screamed to fight, to unleash the dragon...