Chapter 133 Descending from the Heavens
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Loud. Clear. Relentless.
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Just as Jean was about to risk everything in a final struggle against the black–clad men, a series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed from the distance.
The sound was crisp and disciplined, as if each step landed straight onto everyone’s chest.
Jean froze.
Even the black–clad attackers hesitated mid–step, their eyes snapping upward in alert.
From the depths of the forest emerged five or six tall men clad in jet–black uniforms, striding forward with composed precision. Their gazes were sharp, their expressions stern. They carried an innate air of authority, each exuding an overwhelming presence.
Jean blinked in disbelief.
The uniforms were both sleek and imposing, cut from pristine black fabric and adorned with gleaming gold buttons. They looked like the clite royal guards from legends.
On each of their uniforms was a blinding insignia.
On their chest lay a sharp–edged, cold metal emblem where a fierce double–headed eagle perched upon a solemn cross.
Jean’s eyes widened, a ripple of shock surging through her chest.
This was…
In the original story, the original Jean had grown up in Chalczon, where there existed a mysterious, elite force. They were noble, deadly, and unmatched in combat strength.
They were called the Night Sentinel. And their symbol is a double–headed eagle upon the cross.
Which meant.. These men standing before her now were unmistakably the Night Sentinel.
We had actually mobilized the Night Sentinel?!
The Night Sentinel never appeared lightly. Only in the face of unsolvable paranormal threats, matters of grave national danger… or war.
Only then would this mysterious and powerful force descend like divine saviors to take command of the situation.
And speaking of Night Sentinel… Jean suddenly frowned.
Would he be here too?
Chapter 133 Descending from the Heavens
aside in unison to open a path through the center.
From the depths of the woods, beneath soft, dappled light, a tall figure began to emerge.
At first a vague silhouette, then clearer and clearer.
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He wore the same uniform as the other Night Sentinel, but what set him apart were the eight golden stars gleaming on his uniform.
The golden stars blazed under the light, casting sharp, frigid gleams. Each one a symbol of absolute, unquestionable honor.
His presence was
even more imposing than those around him. He was cold, refined, and regal. Like a deity looking down on mortals from above, unreachable and untouchable.
Jean’s gaze trembled as it landed on his face.
He looked young, somewhere between boy and man. His youth and maturity mixed into a striking, composed presence.
His features were chiseled, almost foreign–looking.
From his deep, ink–dark eyes to the high bridge of his nose and the perfectly shaped lips… everything about him was sharp, aloof, and elegant.
Like a god from ancient myth descending from the heavens.
His features were too flawless. Paired with his tall frame and commanding uniform, he was like a black knight who had stepped out of a manga.
The very air seemed to glow around him, too dazzling to look at.
Jean pressed her lips together.
So she had not guessed wrong. He had shown up.
This man was the Ginger family’s fourth child. Her fourth brother, Carl.
He was the only eight–star Night Sentinel in the entire force, the current Commander–in–Chief of the Night Sentinel, and a legendary war god.
Carl’s meteoric rise wasn’t just because of his monstrous talent. He had made his name in several critical wars for Charzon.
His first battle made him famous. The second sealed his myth. By the third, he stood at the peak.
In short, he was, without exaggeration, absolutely badass.
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