At the very moment Noah died.
Within the lavish manor in the inner city, terror appeared on the faces of the many beautiful maids and noblewomen. A short, piercing wail rose from their hearts, and black flames burst from within, spreading throughout their bodies in an instant.
In the High Tower Institute's square, grief covered Lynn's face. He held his mother tightly in his arms. Her body was still warm, but she had already stopped breathing.
Mrs. Buck had experienced no sudden moment of clarity before death, nor had she left any last words. She had simply died in the shock wave moments earlier.
Whoosh!
Pitch-black flames surged up and swiftly enveloped Mrs. Buck's body. Startled, Lynn hastily leaped away. In the blink of an eye, the flames died out. A light breeze swept past, and her body immediately dissolved into drifting ash.
Lynn reached out to grasp it, but caught nothing. With a thud, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, letting out a silent howl of grief.
More and more students and professors had gathered, drawn by the battle between Hong Yuan and Noah. Yet few paid any attention to Lynn's anguish. They watched the figures in the square from afar, their expressions shaken.
Perhaps not many recognized Augustus, Edwin, or Adrian.
But Olivia, Maguire, and Charles were known to everyone at the High Tower Institute, figures recorded in its textbooks.
The six Weavers ignored the onlookers' astonishment. Adrian's expression was the ugliest of all. He was the head of the Hawthorne Lineage.
Although Vysseran's upper echelons wanted to uncover the secrets of immortal cultivation through Noah and had allowed him a certain degree of freedom, they had never relaxed their surveillance for even a moment.
By agreement among the Weavers, they had decided to take