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Chapter 978 Raven: My Most Unforgettable Halloween!

The scene was so real that it instantly filled Peter with rage.

The evil creature in this book is harming its own daughter!

How dare this guy be so brazen in his own home?

Do you think I'm a pushover?!

Peter, his heart burning with rage, grabbed the cult book that was trying to corrupt his will, his arm muscles bulging, and with immense force, slammed it into the floor in the center of the room.

"boom!"

A dull thud sounded, the pages of the book parted slightly from the impact, and the evil thought shrunk back into the book like a startled venomous snake.

But the corrupt malice within the classics spread even more fiercely.

Realizing that it was the evil will within this magical tome that was causing the trouble, Peter instantly had an idea.

Since this book is your true form, I will burn it with raging flames!
As Peter unleashed the runes.

A tiny, yet exceptionally bright flame burst forth from Peter's hand.

The sparks quickly filled the room the moment they came into contact with the decaying malice that was so intense it was almost tangible.

"boom!!!"

A dull thud was heard, and the faint sparks suddenly burst into flames.

What Peter released was not an ordinary orange-red flame, but a magical flame of the purest form.

The magical flames exploded from the point where the sparks originated, and then, as if possessed by life, roared and pounced on the druidic tomes on the floor.

Instead of spreading outwards, the flames instantly enveloped the book, completely engulfing the thick, ancient book that emitted a ghostly green light.

The flames instantly illuminated the entire dimly lit room as if it were daytime.

All shadows in the room were exposed; the walls, furniture, and even the air itself hummed subtly in the golden light of the flames.

Just as the flames were burning.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A piercing scream, beyond the limits of human hearing, a mixture of pain, resentment, and disbelief, suddenly erupted from the raging flames.

The sounds emanating from the ancient texts are not physical sound waves, but rather resound directly at the level of the soul.

The entire farmhouse was shaking violently, and the windowpanes were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Within the flames, the druidic tome twisted and tumbled wildly.

Countless tiny, ethereal roots made of eerie green light tried to emerge from the pages of the book.

But soon, the roots, upon contact with the golden flames, emitted a "sizzling" sound and dissipated into wisps of foul-smelling black smoke.

The ancient druidic runes on the cover flickered wildly, attempting to gather power to resist, but they quickly melted away like ice and snow in the face of magical flames.

Within the world space formed by classical texts.

Raven's guardian raven is clashing with a dark torrent controlled by Savin, composed of countless living giant trees and decaying thorns.

The silver light clashed fiercely with the filthy darkness, and the energy storm uprooted the surrounding twisted trees, turning them into dust.

Savannah's enormous body, composed of decaying roots, was continuously drawing upon the most concentrated dark magic of Halloween from the corrupted space beneath its feet, its power surging to its peak.

His massive arm, dripping with black sap, was raised high, a savage grin spreading across his face, ready to slam it down on Raven, who was being protected by the silver raven.

At this critical moment!
"Well--?!!"

Savin's movements suddenly froze.

His face, which had been filled with an expression of complete control, instantly contorted.
A piercing pain, originating from the very core of his soul, as if he were being torn apart and burned, swept over him.

Savin's massive body, made of decaying power, began to disintegrate violently and uncontrollably, like a wax figure thrown into a furnace.

"No!!! This can't be! My...body!!"

Savin let out a roar filled with terror.

He tried to steady himself and gather his strength again, but the very essence of his soul, which sustained his existence and was intimately connected to the druidic scriptures, was being burned away by an irresistible and terrifying force.

"Who is it?! Who is burning my soul bond?!" Savin's roar was filled with desperate madness.

His enormous body collapsed rapidly like a sandcastle, turning into ashes that quickly dissipated under the silver glow of the guardian raven.

His massive claw, reaching for Raven, completely disintegrated just meters away from her.

Raven's room at Patrick's Farm.

The magical flames burned fiercely in the room, and the druidic tome quickly turned to ashes in the flames, its last remaining eerie green light also extinguished completely.

The flames gradually dimmed, eventually leaving only a small cluster of warm, orange-yellow flames, flickering quietly.

Inside the room, the suffocating, decaying malice vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Only the faint, lingering smell of burnt paper in the air testifies to the harrowing scene that had just unfolded.

Peter stood there, staring at the small pile of still-warm ashes on the ground, his eyes sharp, as if trying to confirm whether the evil creature had truly been completely destroyed.

Just then, the space in the room distorted slightly, accompanied by a soft "snap" sound like tearing cloth.

A figure staggered out of the void and fell heavily onto the floor.

"Raven?"

Upon seeing his daughter appear, Peter immediately went to her.

Raven's face was frighteningly pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness, and her long, dark purple hair was disheveled and stuck to her sweaty forehead.

Her dark magic robe was torn in several places, and there were several bloody scratches on her arms from thorns.

Furthermore, the light from Raven's wand had dimmed somewhat, indicating that her magic power had been exhausted to the limit.

Raven raised her head, her deep purple eyes still lingering with the shock and confusion of battle, as if she hadn't completely escaped the battlefield where life and death hung in the balance.

Then, her gaze met Peter's worried eyes, and finally Raven's gaze fell on the pile of ashes at Peter's feet, still warm and mixed with a few pieces of charred paper.

The familiar, decaying scent of Druidic texts in the air had vanished, replaced by the ordinary smell of burning paper.

She understood instantly.

Why did that overwhelming, corrupt force collapse without warning on the battlefield just now?
Why did the incredibly powerful Savin vanish completely like a shattered phantom after letting out his final, terrifying roar?
That was not because her Guardian Curse was ultimately victorious, nor was it because Savin himself had a problem!
It's the father!
It's this seemingly extraordinary man in front of me, who always unleashes incredible power at crucial moments!
It was his own father who found the core of Savin's power—the druidic tome that served as both a cage and a key!

It was his own father who, through some kind of purification of will, completely burned it away!
Raven's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but a wave of exhaustion and relief at surviving the ordeal washed over her, eroding her last bit of strength.

In his deep purple eyes, there was only complete dependence and a bewilderment after being deeply shocked.

"dad?!"

"it's me."

Raven looked at Peter, the man who was standing beside the ashes, looking at her with worried eyes.

Countless complex emotions surged within her, ultimately transforming into an incredulous weakness and a sob she herself was unaware of:

"Dad, I thought I would never see you again."

Her body went limp, she lost all strength, and fell forward.

Seeing his daughter about to fall, Peter quickly caught her.

"Are you alright, Raven?"

Peter poured runic energy into his eldest daughter's body while nervously asking her questions.

"I'm fine, Dad, I'm just a little tired."

With mixed feelings, Raven wrapped her arms around Peter's neck, a slight smile playing on her lips, and then said to him happily:
"Dad, this is the happiest and most unforgettable Halloween I've ever had."

Raven tells Peter her deepest, most honest thoughts.

Peter paused for a moment, then asked Raven, "Why?"

"Because this is Halloween for me and my dad, because I saw the most important thing that my dad left inside me."

"This is a gift that makes me happier than the best gift I've ever received from my dad!"

(End of this chapter)