Chapter 710: Justice For Athena
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Chapter 710 Justice For Athena
?As Lenny stood amidst the aftermath of his incredible display of power, he noticed Jasper bowing in worship before him. Old Meg, too, was there, his expression one of awe and disbelief. The legends and tales of Lenny's might, his defiance against the demons, had circulated far and wide, but witnessing such raw power firsthand was a different experience entirely. It was a moment that bridged the gap between myth and reality.
Amidst the quiet that followed the battle, a series of weak coughs pierced the air. They came from Athena, gravely injured and lying on Lenny's shoulder.
The transition from the Nether realm to the earthly plane had brought back the stark reality of her condition. In the Nether, the concept of death was foreign, but here, in this world, it loomed large and imminent.
Athena's lower body was gone, her form ravaged by untold suffering and abuse. As she coughed up blood, it was clear that her life was ebbing away.
Gently, Lenny laid Athena down on the cold, hard ground. He gazed into her remaining eye, searching for some sign of hope. "Are you sure about this? We're back at Glenn's territory! Surely, we can find a way for you to survive," he implored.
But Athena's response was a weak shake of her head. In her eye, Lenny saw a profound weariness, a soul exhausted by a lifetime of pain. The hellish ordeal in the Nether realm had been her breaking point.
With the last of her strength, Athena reached up, her hand cupping Lenny's cheek. "Promise me something!" she whispered, her voice barely audible as her life force waned. "What is it?" Lenny asked, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"My love, Hector, please, save him! I know he's still out there, in pain." Lenny heard the plea in her faint voice and solemnly nodded. "I swear on it, I'll save him."
The second, 'The Influencer,' allowed him to exert his will over those beneath him, convincing them of his words, bending them to his intentions.
With both abilities working in tandem, Lenny embarked on his calculated revenge. He focused intently, channeling his abilities to send a command to every single cell in Ella's body – to turn against each other in a relentless internal war. It was a cruel and unusual punishment, a fate designed not just to end her life, but to make her last moments a battleground of her own making.
Ella, caught in the grip of Lenny's powers, began to feel the torment he had orchestrated. It was a silent and invisible struggle, yet one that wreaked havoc within her.
Lenny's gaze remained fixed on Ella as his powers infiltrated her very essence, initiating a macabre dance of destruction within her. The air around them grew thick with the tension of impending doom, a sinister undercurrent to the scene unfolding.
Ella's body convulsed violently on the ground, each movement a testament to the agony she was enduring. Her screams pierced the eerie silence of the night, a chilling symphony of pain and despair. As her suffering intensified, her voice grew ragged and strained, each cry a haunting echo of her torment.
Around her, the ground became a canvas of horror. Blood seeped from every orifice, staining the earth beneath her. But the nightmare didn't end there; her skin began to rupture spontaneously, creating new, grotesque openings. It was as if her very cells had turned against her, then again, they had. They had becoming agents of her annihilation, eating her alive from the inside.
The horrific sight of Ella's body betraying itself was unnerving. Her flesh tore apart in an unnatural, gruesome display, leaving her writhing in a pool of her own blood. The agony was relentless, an unending cycle of internal warfare that ravaged her from within.
Lenny stood watch, his expression impassive, almost detached, as he observed the culmination of his vengeful act. There was no mercy in his eyes, only the cold resolve of a man who had decided to mete out justice in its most brutal form.
The night air was heavy with the scent of blood and the sound of suffering. In this moment, Lenny was the embodiment of vengeance, his actions a dark reflection of the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon Athena and himself.
Ella's torment continued under Lenny's unwavering watch, her body a battleground of her own making, a harrowing end to a life marked by malevolence. It was a chilling, haunting display, one that would linger in the memories of all who witnessed it.
Lenny's resolve was unyielding, his retribution for Athena's suffering and his own ordeal in the Nether a grim testament to the lengths he would go to exact his own form ofjustice.
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Chapter 710 Justice For Athena
?As Lenny stood amidst the aftermath of his incredible display of power, he noticed Jasper bowing in worship before him. Old Meg, too, was there, his expression one of awe and disbelief. The legends and tales of Lenny's might, his defiance against the demons, had circulated far and wide, but witnessing such raw power firsthand was a different experience entirely. It was a moment that bridged the gap between myth and reality.
Amidst the quiet that followed the battle, a series of weak coughs pierced the air. They came from Athena, gravely injured and lying on Lenny's shoulder.
The transition from the Nether realm to the earthly plane had brought back the stark reality of her condition. In the Nether, the concept of death was foreign, but here, in this world, it loomed large and imminent.
Athena's lower body was gone, her form ravaged by untold suffering and abuse. As she coughed up blood, it was clear that her life was ebbing away.
Gently, Lenny laid Athena down on the cold, hard ground. He gazed into her remaining eye, searching for some sign of hope. "Are you sure about this? We're back at Glenn's territory! Surely, we can find a way for you to survive," he implored.
But Athena's response was a weak shake of her head. In her eye, Lenny saw a profound weariness, a soul exhausted by a lifetime of pain. The hellish ordeal in the Nether realm had been her breaking point.
With the last of her strength, Athena reached up, her hand cupping Lenny's cheek. "Promise me something!" she whispered, her voice barely audible as her life force waned. "What is it?" Lenny asked, his voice heavy with sorrow.
"My love, Hector, please, save him! I know he's still out there, in pain." Lenny heard the plea in her faint voice and solemnly nodded. "I swear on it, I'll save him."
The second, 'The Influencer,' allowed him to exert his will over those beneath him, convincing them of his words, bending them to his intentions.
With both abilities working in tandem, Lenny embarked on his calculated revenge. He focused intently, channeling his abilities to send a command to every single cell in Ella's body – to turn against each other in a relentless internal war. It was a cruel and unusual punishment, a fate designed not just to end her life, but to make her last moments a battleground of her own making.
Ella, caught in the grip of Lenny's powers, began to feel the torment he had orchestrated. It was a silent and invisible struggle, yet one that wreaked havoc within her.
Lenny's gaze remained fixed on Ella as his powers infiltrated her very essence, initiating a macabre dance of destruction within her. The air around them grew thick with the tension of impending doom, a sinister undercurrent to the scene unfolding.
Ella's body convulsed violently on the ground, each movement a testament to the agony she was enduring. Her screams pierced the eerie silence of the night, a chilling symphony of pain and despair. As her suffering intensified, her voice grew ragged and strained, each cry a haunting echo of her torment.
Around her, the ground became a canvas of horror. Blood seeped from every orifice, staining the earth beneath her. But the nightmare didn't end there; her skin began to rupture spontaneously, creating new, grotesque openings. It was as if her very cells had turned against her, then again, they had. They had becoming agents of her annihilation, eating her alive from the inside.
The horrific sight of Ella's body betraying itself was unnerving. Her flesh tore apart in an unnatural, gruesome display, leaving her writhing in a pool of her own blood. The agony was relentless, an unending cycle of internal warfare that ravaged her from within.
Lenny stood watch, his expression impassive, almost detached, as he observed the culmination of his vengeful act. There was no mercy in his eyes, only the cold resolve of a man who had decided to mete out justice in its most brutal form.
The night air was heavy with the scent of blood and the sound of suffering. In this moment, Lenny was the embodiment of vengeance, his actions a dark reflection of the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon Athena and himself.
Ella's torment continued under Lenny's unwavering watch, her body a battleground of her own making, a harrowing end to a life marked by malevolence. It was a chilling, haunting display, one that would linger in the memories of all who witnessed it.
Lenny's resolve was unyielding, his retribution for Athena's suffering and his own ordeal in the Nether a grim testament to the lengths he would go to exact his own form ofjustice.
Chapter 710 Justice For Athena ?As Lenny stood amidst the aftermath of his incredible display of power, he noticed Jasper bowing in worship before him. Old Meg, too, was there, his expression one of awe and disbelief. The legends and tales of Lenny's might, his defiance against the demons, had circulated far and wide, but witnessing such raw power firsthand was a different experience entirely. It was a moment that bridged the gap between myth and reality. Amidst the quiet that followed the battle, a series of weak coughs pierced the air. They came from Athena, gravely injured and lying on Lenny's shoulder. The transition from the Nether realm to the earthly plane had brought back the stark reality of her condition. In the Nether, the concept of death was foreign, but here, in this world, it loomed large and imminent. Athena's lower body was gone, her form ravaged by untold suffering and abuse. As she coughed up blood, it was clear that her life was ebbing away. Gently, Lenny laid Athena down on the cold, hard ground. He gazed into her remaining eye, searching for some sign of hope. "Are you sure about this? We're back at Glenn's territory! Surely, we can find a way for you to survive," he implored. But Athena's response was a weak shake of her head. In her eye, Lenny saw a profound weariness, a soul exhausted by a lifetime of pain. The hellish ordeal in the Nether realm had been her breaking point. With the last of her strength, Athena reached up, her hand cupping Lenny's cheek. "Promise me something!" she whispered, her voice barely audible as her life force waned. "What is it?" Lenny asked, his voice heavy with sorrow. "My love, Hector, please, save him! I know he's still out there, in pain." Lenny heard the plea in her faint voice and solemnly nodded. "I swear on it, I'll save him." The second, 'The Influencer,' allowed him to exert his will over those beneath him, convincing them of his words, bending them to his intentions. With both abilities working in tandem, Lenny embarked on his calculated revenge. He focused intently, channeling his abilities to send a command to every single cell in Ella's body to turn against each other in a relentless internal war. It was a cruel and unusual punishment, a fate designed not just to end her life, but to make her last moments a battleground of her own making. Ella, caught in the grip of Lenny's powers, began to feel the torment he had orchestrated. It was a silent and invisible struggle, yet one that wreaked havoc within her. Lenny's gaze remained fixed on Ella as his powers infiltrated her very essence, initiating a macabre dance of destruction within her. The air around them grew thick with the tension of impending doom, a sinister undercurrent to the scene unfolding. Ella's body convulsed violently on the ground, each movement a testament to the agony she was enduring. Her screams pierced the eerie silence of the night, a chilling symphony of pain and despair. As her suffering intensified, her voice grew ragged and strained, each cry a haunting echo of her torment. Around her, the ground became a canvas of horror. Blood seeped from every orifice, staining the earth beneath her. But the nightmare didn't end there; her skin began to rupture spontaneously, creating new, grotesque openings. It was as if her very cells had turned against her, then again, they had. They had becoming agents of her annihilation, eating her alive from the inside. The horrific sight of Ella's body betraying itself was unnerving. Her flesh tore apart in an unnatural, gruesome display, leaving her writhing in a pool of her own blood. The agony was relentless, an unending cycle of internal warfare that ravaged her from within. Lenny stood watch, his expression impassive, almost detached, as he observed the culmination of his vengeful act. There was no mercy in his eyes, only the cold resolve of a man who had decided to mete out justice in its most brutal form. The night air was heavy with the scent of blood and the sound of suffering. In this moment, Lenny was the embodiment of vengeance, his actions a dark reflection of the pain and suffering that had been inflicted upon Athena and himself. Ella's torment continued under Lenny's unwavering watch, her body a battleground of her own making, a harrowing end to a life marked by malevolence. It was a chilling, haunting display, one that would linger in the memories of all who witnessed it. Lenny's resolve was unyielding, his retribution for Athena's suffering and his own ordeal in the Nether a grim testament to the lengths he would go to exact his own form ofjustice.
