Loren and Gwen instantly sensed the disturbance outside. In a flash, they stepped out and landed in the courtyard.
At the sight of the battered Spider-Woman, Gwen's pupils contracted sharply. Her heart clenched as she hurried forward to support her swaying body, asking anxiously, "What happened? Why are you back? And so badly hurt! Wasn't everything over?"
Loren's expression darkened at once.
He could clearly sense that Spider-Woman's injuries had not been caused by ordinary combat power. They carried the dense, blood-devouring origin aura of the Inheritors—the cold, tyrannical energy that consumed everything, an aura unique to the force he had utterly destroyed just yesterday.
But he had personally consigned Morlun to Oblivion, destroyed the Inheritors' Ancestral Court, and purged all their core combatants. Why had the Inheritors' power appeared again after only one day?
A sense of foreboding instantly enveloped his heart.
Leaning against Gwen, Spider-Woman's breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving violently. After great difficulty, she steadied her scattered thoughts and looked up at Loren. Extreme terror and despair surged into her eyes. Her hoarse, trembling voice carried a sob, each word piercing to the heart.
"Loren... something terrible has happened!! The Inheritors... weren't destroyed! Morlun isn't dead!!"
The words exploded over the courtyard like a thunderclap, instantly shattering all peace and stability.
Gwen shuddered, and every trace of calm vanished from her eyes, replaced by utter disbelief and panic.
Yesterday's battle remained vivid in her mind. Loren had personally wiped out the entire Inheritor Legion, crushed and killed Morlun, and destroyed the ancestral temple that had stood for ages. The bloody pressure had been completely erased, and everyone had believed that the ancient catastrophe was finally over.
How could they... not have been destroyed?!
The gentle aura around Loren instantly dissipated. Bone-piercing cold quietly spread