Lear took a deep breath after reviewing Kalanis's attributes.

The Ancient God Bloodline, its origins were incredibly astounding.

No wonder it could forcibly snatch the Authority of the Tyrant Monarch.

And her Hero Talent seemed like it was hacked.

Unyielding Will, Ancient God Domain...

Each more fierce than the last.

Especially the Ancient God Domain, with a radius of 50 meters as its range, centered on herself.

In future battles, wouldn't she be invincible at the same level within the domain?!

And Unyielding Will was equally extraordinary.

Though the bloodline was important, without that firm will, when facing an Evil God like the Tyrant Monarch, she couldn't possibly withstand, let alone snatch the Authority from him!

The evaluation from the Tyrant Monarch on Kalanis, and the system's description both attested to this point.

However, for Kalanis, this perhaps wasn't all good news.

Lear's gaze was somewhat complicated.

What kind of trials must one endure to temper their will to such an extent?

A person's maturity isn't determined by the passage of years, but by the hardships, torment, helplessness, resentment, pain they've experienced...

When the smile on one's face is no longer pure, perhaps that's when maturity and resolve have been bartered back.

Now, seeing the opponent's expression of maturity that far surpassed their age, he felt inexplicably moved.

Only those who have been drenched by the rain know what it feels like.

Lear calmed his emotions and stepped forward to help her up.

With Kalanis's allegiance, it had brought the nearly two months of planning to a perfect conclusion.

Gazing into those deep golden eyes, he spoke in a stern voice.

"Kalanis, congratulations... from now on, you will have the freedom to control your destiny."

"The Tulip Clan is but an illusion."

He didn't utter anything like 'don't be blinded by hatred' nonsense; if he had gone through her hardships, he would use his newfound power to obliterate those bastards right away.

That Tulip Duke still regards Kalanis as a lamb to be raised... once the bloodline is activated, he could sense it through the imprint left in her soul.

Damn it, daring to treat my subordinates like prey, that bastard is asking for death too.

In Lear's view, Kalanis's potential at this moment, her ceiling was definitely more than just a demigod!

Daring to shatter his pot, she had found a way to court death.

Kalanis's face showed some complexity, her eyes filled with emotion.

"My lord, all of this is your blessing..."

For Lear to bestow divinity-level power like this...

This was undoubtedly a heavy bombshell for Kalanis, who hadn't experienced such unconditional attention and trust for 20 years.

It completely changed her stubborn mindset.

She had feared drawing her lord into the fray; the Tulip Clan's influence was too immense.

She didn't want the Weilu City to suffer losses because of her vendetta.

But now, equipped with power... even alone, she could make that Tulip wither completely.

The hatred hidden in her bloodline, the engraved blood feud, was to be repaid bit by bit!

The scene of her mother collapsing in a pool of blood, with those worried, despairing, painful, yet loving eyes, would replay in her mind every deep night.

That suffocating scene would reenact every night.

She had endured thousands of days and nights of torment, the soul-rending pain stabbing repeatedly into her heart.

Mental breakdown, recovery, breakdown, recovery... this process repeated countless times.

Gradually, she learned to witness that despair serenely.

Until later, no pain could shake her will...

Until she encountered the first ray of light that shone into her heart.

"After your bloodline awakened, the imprint in your soul should have alerted the Tulip Clan."

Lear's words made Kalanis smile gently.

"My lord, it's merely a trick... I have already blocked that imprint."

"And when needed, I can use that imprint to lure them all out."

As she spoke, her gaze deepened.

"However, I'd rather personally tread down that Tulip into the mud."

Her tone was calm, seemingly void of much anger.

Yet within it was the resolute determination of a daughter avenging her mother, who treated her as life, and avenging herself.

Lear looked deeply at her.

"The future is long; don't rush."

Kalanis nodded lightly, with nothing more to say.

She had waited for over a decade, a few more days wouldn't matter.

With this topic concluded, Lear's gaze turned toward the Dark Altar.

Recalling the intelligence mentioning the Shadow of the Mist, he immediately became interested.

He waved his hand and had the Cyclops at the rear dismantle the altar.

That special life intrigued him intensely.

Earlier, it had taken a full two thousand Deserted Tomb Guards to disperse the mist.

The Cyclops, which hadn't been part of the entire battle, was feeling a bit stifled.

Upon receiving orders, it stepped forward, lifting a giant, metal-forged Wolf Fang Club to smash down.

Whoosh~ The fierce sound of tearing through the air arose.

Boom~

The ground shuddered for a moment.

Massive chunks of stone shattered on the Dark Altar, with cracks spreading everywhere.

The 6-meter-tall Cyclops, when it burst with full force, was a heavy machine.

After a successful strike, the Cyclops transformed into a bulldozer and began attacking madly.

In no time, the altar was mostly destroyed.

As another Wolf Fang Club smashed down, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from the rubble.

It soared skyward, attempting to escape.

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