Roar of the Supreme Warrior

The two cuts were a stark contrast to her otherwise fair skin. Blood kept flowing from the wounds, dyeing her neck red.

Her vision turned misty as crystalline tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, falling and mixing with her blood.

She had fallen into despair.

Faced with General Trent Xavier, all her helplessness and hopelessness piled up.

More than anything, hate swelled up within her.

She hated that she ran into that fire because she heard someone calling out for help!

She may have saved one person, but the injury that had been inflicted upon her cost her ten years of torment! Ten years of pain!

She became the laughing stock of the entire school when she got those burns.

Even the friends she was once close with wanted nothing to do with her!

Her classmates treated her like a bringer of plagues, avoiding her as much as they could!

Her family started hating her. Even her own parents treated her like she was worthless!

When her scars were finally healed, she had thought that maybe those ten years of suffering were worth it, after all.

But now, she was once again in the throes of despair.

"Please, General Xavier. This has absolutely nothing to do with us. It's all Thea's fault!"

"Yeah! It's all her fault! Torture her if you want, just please let us go!"

Thea stared up at Trent's expressionless face and listened to the Callahans push her onto the proverbial train tracks, all so they themselves could live. She fell deeper into despair.

"Not talking, are you?"

his expression turning cold. Immediately, two men walked up

"Sir."

to know what happens when they cross my family. We'll deal

"Yes, sir."

untied Thea's restraints, then dragged her out by the

a thin dress. It ripped under the friction between her and the ground. Her skin was rubbed raw as she was dragged to the auction hall. Her wounds sent sharp sparks of pain through her every time they

on the top floor of the Cansington Hotel, the auction was

up were worth anything, yet their starting bids were high, at least ten times higher than what they

of the attendees were notable figures in Cansington. They were all well-versed in business proceedings

Xaviers, but Trent Xavier had returned to gather funds, intending on building

no choice but to bid. Trent was the General of the western border.

they knew what they were bidding on were fakes and forgeries that were worth nothing, because they knew the alternative would be Trent Xavier getting payback on them for

brought on stage as soon as the last bid was complete. It was Moonlit Flowers

The starting bid

painting Thea had destroyed was also a fake. The Xaviers just

the reason why the Xaviers went bankrupt was because Thea Callahan had called Alex Yates and put him on speaker, so Alex

worth a fortune. 1.8 billion dollars would be a fair starting bid for it, yet now the

Frasiers. We bid ten million.

the Zimmermans. We bid eleven million. I want that

Wilsons.

get on the Western Border General Trent Xavier's good side, some of the wealthier families started bidding in earnest. Soon enough, the forged Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge went from being worthless to having a

the forged painting was finally bought

waiting for yet another item, two fully armed men dragged a woman on

heels was missing, and she had friction burns

in a cold breath

was finally released once she arrived

she just so happened to be facing the

auction stand. They were all big names in Cansington, but the sight of Thea's bloodied face terrified them. Their

"Help… help me…"

renewed as she spotted the numerous people around her. Thea reached out to them like a drowning woman to a straw, calling out to them for help, but no one moved. They lacked the courage to even speak since the