The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1865

The malevolent spirits of the River of Forgetfulness had never been closer to death. Immortal and indestructible by nature, they now only longed for an end.

Behind Wynter, a storm of resentment energy twisted and howled, yet the black mist dared not cloud her sight. Malice seeped from her every step, so savage that even the demons cowered beneath her.

No malevolent spirit would risk guessing when her lifeblood would run dry. They couldn't fathom how she had clawed her way back to life under the Curses of Thousand Ghosts, even after her spirit had shattered and her Arcane mind destroyed.

It was unthinkable. How unyielding must her mind be to break free from the curse?

A malevolent spirit writhed in Wynter's grip. Its face twisted into a grimace as it spat out words of venom.

"You know better than anyone how complicated humans are. They can be more terrifying than ghosts! Aren't you disheartened after everything that's happened? Surely, you are! Stop lying to yourself!"

With a sickening crack, Wynter crushed the malevolent spirit in her hand. Blood oozed from her fingertips as she retorted, "You talk too much. I never had any hope for humanity anyway. I'm saying this one last time—back off, or else."

Though the malevolent spirits were terrified, they were hesitant to leave. Yet, they knew they might be obliterated if they lingered.

Before, Wynter wouldn't take the initiative to approach the waters while on the boat. But now, she stood tall at the bow as she gazed condescendingly at the malevolent spirits.

"I don't understand why he hasn't shown up yet. I'm guessing you've been blocking his path. Say, do you think he'll hear my call if I crush all of you?"

The malevolent spirits shuddered under her dark gaze. They were certain now that Wynter had gone mad. Didn't she care about the destruction of her own spiritual form?

"W-What was that?" Clifton widened his eyes in shock. The malevolent spirits were no less stunned.

The sudden burst of golden light froze Wynter in place. The next instant, the river began to churn violently as a lone boat cut through the years of stillness. Its form emerged from the clouds, materializing from beyond the River of Forgetfulness.

Clifton's mouth dropped wide. "T-This is…"

"They did it. It's all over." Morna heaved a sigh of relief.

Blood streaked Wynter's smooth face as she stared at the approaching boat. If there was anyone in the three realms capable of stopping her, it was Dalton.