Chapter 1838

The situation escalated so quickly that even Maeve couldn't react in time. However, the curly-haired man, Erick Wilder, had already reached out toward Scott's face. But the moment his long, pale fingers touched Scott's skin, they immediately recoiled as if burned by something. Erick's hand trembled, and the tips of his fingers began to emit a faint white smoke. His green eyes narrowed even further, and what had previously been a casual attitude now carried an unmistakable sense of danger. The moment his fingers retracted, Scott felt a sudden heat surge through his chest. Realizing that the protective emerald pendant Shannon had given him had activated, he let out a sigh of relief. However, before he could even relax, Erick's eyes narrowed, seemingly locking onto his target. With a swift, claw-like motion, he shot forward, aiming for Scott's chest. It was unclear who screamed, but as soon as Erick's hand touched Scott, a burst of blue flames suddenly erupted around it. The flames