This fall was merciless—for Raphael.
Branches scraped across her cheeks, rustling softly.
The instant she hit the ground, she had not received even the slightest protection... Her body even bounced faintly. It was obviously excruciating, but she clearly could not feel it at that moment—because she was overwhelmed by shock and fear.
"Impossible—!"
Raphael climbed to her feet once more. Supporting her injured shoulder with difficulty, she clenched her teeth and approached the tree trunk near the tree core again.
She successfully touched the trunk once more, but this time, it did not react at all... Even the colorful radiance atop the crown gradually dimmed and vanished, as though responding: Once you have failed, there is no need to try again.
"It isn't true!" Raphael fell to her knees beneath the trunk, her fingertips scraping hard against it. "It can't be true! I am... I am the genuine one!"
The woman's terrified cries left everyone silent.
Yet the unresponsive trunk mercilessly revealed a certain truth.
"The result is obvious. It seems the one truly capable of inheriting Wolfeid... is still hidden somewhere else." Huai'an No. 1 quickly calmed down after the wild fluctuations of the struggle over Chiwang Tomb—as though he had never touched that die. "In that case, it seems the crisis hasn't truly been resolved yet."
These people had fought over Chiwang Tomb because Wolfeid could not be contested—it was safest for it to belong to no one. That was why Yu Huatian had insisted on killing Raphael, its sole heir, to eliminate the threat once and for all.
But if the Raphael here was not the real one either, that meant Wolfeid could still potentially be controlled.
"Why can't she synchronize?" Old Man Tiangu suddenly leaped forward, appearing in an instant before the cubic cage. He stared