My Love Debts Are Everywhere!-Chapter 616: Main Objective
"You..." Lavistar gritted his teeth, clearly angered by the woman's mocking demeanor.
But he quickly calmed himself. He knew there was no point in questioning someone who had no intention of giving answers.
Besides, the fact that she had mastered the Arcus martial style to such perfection suggested that her abilities were tied to a deep, hidden secret—one not easily revealed.
Taking a steady breath, Lavistar clenched his fists and took a battle stance.
"Then I'll force you to speak," he said coldly.
The woman simply smiled. Extending her right hand, she curled her fingers in a teasing motion—an open invitation to strike.
"Go on," she said with an air of nonchalance. "That man's almost done with his part. I'd like to finish mine as well."
Her words were cryptic and unsettling, but Lavistar paid them no mind.
*Whoosh!*
He shot through the air toward her, twisting midair in a fluid motion before unleashing a powerful kick.
*Boom!*
In an instant, their battle reignited—fiercer and more relentless than before.
***
*Bang!*
A figure crashed violently into the ground, the impact carving a five-meter-deep crater into the earth.
Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the fallen figure from view.
As the brown smoke slowly cleared, Thalon's battered form came into sight.
Blood streaked across his body, mixing with the bruises on his arms and legs.
His once-glorious golden armor lay shattered in pieces, leaving him looking utterly defeated.
At the edge of the crater, the black-cloaked man stood motionless, gazing down at him with cold indifference.
"I take it back... You are strong enough to be worth fighting," he said flatly, sheathing his sword.
He cast a glance at his left arm, where his cloak had been torn—exposing a deep, gruesome wound.
Dark, blackish-red blood trickled from it, yet his expression remained unchanged, as if he felt nothing at all.
"Damn... Agh—cough! cough!" Thalon groaned, coughing painfully.
He tried to lift his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, but his body wouldn't respond.
The pain from the black-cloaked man's strike was unbearable—his muscles were torn, and bones were likely broken.
Even the faintest movement unleashed waves of agony, as if his skin were being torn from his bones.
"So this is failure..." Thalon whispered, a bitter smile flickering across his battered face.
His queen had entrusted him with holding back the Dark Elves' army. But in the end, he had failed.
The thought of Zelda's disappointment twisted his gut—both frightening and saddening him.
Meanwhile, the black-cloaked man had already turned away, showing no interest in the defeated warrior lying broken below.
He had no intention of killing Thalon—it was pointless. To him, Thalon was nothing more than a fly, incapable of posing any real threat.
His true goal lay elsewhere, deep within the Elven territory—the World Tree.
His gaze shifted toward the distant entrance to Elven lands.
"Now... to the main objective," he murmured before vanishing like a shadow swallowed by silence.
Minutes later, a figure appeared where the black-cloaked man had stood.
It was Leyna, her face marked by anxiety and concern.
"Thalon, are you okay?"
She leapt into the crater and immediately crouched beside him, gently trying to help him up.
"Ouch! That hurts! Slow down, Leyna!" Thalon hissed, his face pale with pain.
"Ah! Sorry!" Leyna gasped, startled, and hurriedly apologized.
Thalon sighed softly and tried to reassure her. "It's alright. Don't worry."
With Leyna's help, Thalon finally managed to stand, though the pain still stabbed sharply through his body, cold sweat pouring down his skin.
"Was it that black-cloaked man who defeated you?" Leyna asked, worry clear in her voice.
Although she already knew the answer, she needed to hear it from him.
Thalon smiled sadly and gave a slight nod. "Yes, that man did. His strength is incredible... I think only the Fated One could truly defeat him."
Leyna fell silent, her expression a mix of anger and worry.
After a moment, she sighed softly and said, "Enough about that for now. The priority is to heal you. If you keep losing blood like this, you won't survive."
Thalon said nothing, letting Leyna take charge.
***
*Whoosh!*
A streak of black light shot across the battlefield between the Elves and Dark Elves.
It moved so fast no one noticed—only the chilling brush against their necks, yet no one was there.
Ten minutes later, the black light came to rest on a large branch of a towering fifty-meter tree.
The black-cloaked man who had effortlessly defeated Thalon stood there, eyes fixed on a shimmering disturbance about a hundred meters away.
"That must be the way," he muttered.
Without hesitation, he bent his legs and dashed forward. His form vanished as if swallowed by the air itself.
A flash of light filled his vision—then it faded away.
He opened his eyes to find himself on a grassy plateau.
A gentle breeze brushed his face behind the mask, causing him to close his eyes briefly.
"What a beautiful place," he murmured softly.
Now he understood why the Dark Elves were so determined to control this territory.
Compared to the gloomy Forest of Eternal Silence, this place felt like a hidden paradise.
It wasn't surprising—this land lay within a hidden dimension yet was still connected to the Forest of Eternal Silence.
His eyes settled on an enormous tree, towering hundreds of meters above the clouds.
"The World Tree..." he whispered, a playful smile curling his lips. frёewebηovel.cѳm
From afar, he sensed the dark aura of the Evil God's power—the very reason he had come.
"And Leon Kruger should be there too. I'm eager to face him and avenge my past defeat... Hehehe..."
A cold, sinister laugh slipped from his lips. It had been a long time since they last met—and he missed him deeply.
But it wasn't love—only burning hatred and a thirst for revenge.
Past defeats had left deep scars.
Until he repaid that debt, he knew he would never find peace.
He took a deep breath, swung his hand, and vanished in an instant like a gust of wind.
