ebookland Chapter 2400 Southern Princess's Gift
Chapter 2400 Southern Princess's Gift
Chapter 2400 Southern Princess's Gift
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm realm
"It's me," Wyatt said suddenly, his voice steady as he turned to lock eyes with Henricks. "I believe you guys are the gift she prepared for me."@@@@
Henricks froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. The shock on his face quickly gave way to realization as Wyatt's words sank in. Looking at his current predicament-standing before Wyatt, practically begging for help-he couldn't deny that Wyatt might be right. He clenched his fists, his anger bubbling to the surface as he yelled, "What kind of sick game is this?"
His voice shook with fury, and for a moment, it looked as though he might charge at Wyatt. But Henricks held himself back, knowing full well he stood no chance against Wyatt, let alone the forest spirit and girl standing nearby. Still, his frustration boiled over. "Why would she use innocent lives as pawns in this twisted game?" he growled, his chest heaving barely able to contain his rage.
Wyatt remained calm, shaking his head as if Henricks were missing the point entirely. His gaze was steady, almost pitying, as he replied, "The real question is whether I should accept her gift. Because if I do, it would mean forgiving her for everything she's done up to this point."
"Here?" Henricks interrupted, his voice rising with alarm. The Lil. Red Storm Realm was desolate and hostile to life. The thought of relocating the Freedom Fighters there seemed like a death sentence, the same as the threat posed by the World Leaders. At least with the World leaders, the children might get spared but here they would be first to go.
Wyatt's sharp gaze pinned Henricks in place. "Don't interrupt me," he warned, his tone cold enough to freeze Henricks mid-thought. "As I was saying, your people can move here. But there's a price. Unless you're willing to pay it... well, you understand what that means."
Henricks's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. The warning stung, but he bit back his pride, knowing their survival was at stake. His throat felt dry as he swallowed his ego along with the lump of frustration rising in it. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he forced the words out.
"What is it that you want?" he asked, his voice low but steady, his desperation barely masked by his measured tone.
"You already know what I want," Wyatt said, his frown deepening. The way Henricks asked the question made it clear he hadn't seriously considered Wyatt's previous offer -an insult in itself. It was as though Henricks hadn't even bothered to bring up the proposal with the other department heads of the Freedom Fighters.
Wyatt's irritation flared, but he quickly tempered it, his expression cooling. He understood why his earlier terms had fallen flat. After all, compared to the Southern Princess's promise to provide the Freedom Fighters with safe passage to a new home in another realm, his own offer had been lackluster at best.
Surrendering to him by joining his criminal rehabilitation program and admitting to the crimes leveled against them by the central government? That wasn't just unappealing-it was a slap in the face to everything the Freedom Fighters stood for. Of course, Henricks hadn't given it a second thought.
But now the tables had turned. Wyatt was offering something far more compelling than what the Southern Princess promised to deliver and reneged on. This time, he was confident Henricks would give him the answer he wanted-despite any lingering doubts or hesitations. After all, the Southern Princess had reduced their entire organization to a point where they didn't have many options left. They no longer had the luxury to carefully assess, discuss, or deliberate over Wyatt's offer. Let alone hold a meeting between the captains and vote. It was now or never-they had to accept it and get erased from existence.