[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-ancient-tears-bloodline":3,"chapter-ancient-tears-bloodline-ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-897":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Ancient Tears BloodLine",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1256825,1684,"Chapter 897 - 897 Part 1 Drage Family","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-897",897,"\u003Cp>Chapter 897: Part 1: Drage Family Chapter 897: Part 1: Drage Family Alpha City: The air hung heavy with tension as Simon and his team stepped back into the familiar yet alien environment of Alpha City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhilaration of their mission had long since dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hushed conversation began to circulate among the group – a return to their respective families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you this would happen,” a grizzled veteran, his face etched with lines of experience, interjected, his voice cutting through the murmur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shouldn’t have touched him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only have you failed to eliminate Zack Lockwood, but now we’re all entangled in your mess.” His tone was a stark contrast to the earlier camaraderie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dam of suppressed emotions burst forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accusations flew thick and fast, each member eager to voice their growing discontent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is your fault, Simon,” one shouted, their voice trembling with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another, their face pale with fear, murmured, “We’re screwed.” The once tight-knit group was fracturing before their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon’s mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of anger coursed through him, but it was quickly eclipsed by a cold dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his pursuit of glory, he had overlooked the potential consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, with the realization that Zack Lockwood was still alive, he understood the gravity of their situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rising star, backed by a powerful mentor, would undoubtedly seek vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are we going to do?” The question hung in the air, unspoken yet understood by all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon’s thoughts raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zack Lockwood was a legend in their world, a name whispered with both respect and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His influence was vast, extending even to the highest echelons of power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon doubted his family’s Great Elder, though a formidable Silver Mark Warrior, could withstand the pressure from the Federation Head if the matter escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of hope ignited within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, just perhaps, they could contain the damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could rally the support of multiple Silver Mark Warriors, their collective influence might deter Lockwood and his allies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a long shot, but it was their only chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to his team, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need to contact our families and seek the protection of our elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we can secure the backing of more than one Silver Mark Warrior, we might be able to weather this storm.” A collective sigh of relief washed over the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon’s plan offered a glimmer of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Offending a Silver Mark Warrior was akin to challenging a behemoth, a risk no one was willing to take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they knew their families would likely face repercussions, they were prepared to accept the consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With renewed determination, the group exchanged solemn glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road ahead was fraught with peril, but they were resolved to face it together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their immediate focus was clear: convince their elders of the gravity of the situation and secure their support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowell Castle The imposing silhouette of Lowell Castle stood as a sentinel against the twilight sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within its fortified walls, Jonathan, a man of quiet efficiency, occupied his time with a patience that belied the growing unease within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His master’s absence stretched into days, and with each passing hour, the situation at the boundaries seemed to deepen in complexity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, a flicker of hope remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected presence of the Federation Head suggested a level of control over the volatile situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, Jonathan thought, a resolution was imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even as this optimistic thought took root, another concern gnawed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zack Lockwood, the enigmatic figure at the heart of the recent turmoil, remained an unknown quantity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan had his sources.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Lockwood had retreated into the confines of his headquarters upon returning from his mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A calculated move, perhaps, or simply a need for recuperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan had half-expected a desperate attempt to extract information, a confrontation born of desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those expectations had remained unfulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lockwood, it seemed, was playing his cards close to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sigh escaped Jonathan’s lips as he leaned back in his chair, the weight of the world, or at least a significant portion of it, pressing down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reverie was abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of his communicator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caller ID displayed a name that sent a jolt through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of the Alpha City Teleportation Platform’s security guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold sense of anticipation crept over him as he answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could possibly be so urgent that it required a direct call from security?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan’s mind raced as he brought the communicator to his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soros,” he began, his voice low and controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause as he gathered his thoughts, then, “What is it?” The guard’s voice, laced with urgency, broke through the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Jonathan, we’ve encountered a situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s…it’s suspicious.” A tense silence followed as the guard relayed the details of the encounter with Simon and his group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan listened impassively, his face a mask of tranquility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath the calm exterior, a storm was brewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, usually so steady, flickered with a growing intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard’s narrative painted a picture of a reckless attack, a blatant disregard for authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the guard finally fell silent, Jonathan rose slowly from his chair, his movements deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold fury ignited within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, the young master was injured,” he murmured, his voice carrying a chilling undertone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind flashed to Zack Lockwood, a man he had come to respect, a young warrior with an extraordinary talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think that such a man had been subjected to such a cowardly attack was a personal affront.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the guardian of Lowell Castle, he was the ultimate protector.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lowell absent, that responsibility fell squarely on his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To allow harm to come to the young master was an unforgivable failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lethal determination hardened his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soros, thank you for bringing this to my attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I will handle this.” With that, he terminated the call, the weight of the world, once again, resting on his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, A Shadow Moves The imposing silhouette of Lowell Castle faded into the distance as Jonathan stepped into the cold embrace of the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city, cloaked in a shroud of artificial light, hummed with nocturnal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, for Jonathan, there was a chilling purpose to his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogant hunting team that had dared to injure his master’s student had ignited a fire within him, a cold, calculating fury that demanded retribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was no simple act of vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The underbelly of the city was a complex web of power and influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every shadow held a secret, every corner concealed a potential threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most hunting teams, even those of modest repute, were backed by formidable figures – Black Mark Warriors, individuals of unparalleled combat prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elite, the true power brokers, were shielded by the even rarer Silver Mark Warriors, legends in their own right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there were the hidden families, those who operated in the shadows, their influence solidified by the mythical Gold Mark Warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jonathan was a master of shadows himself, a silent predator in a world teeming with prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood the delicate balance of power, the intricate dance of alliances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To act without knowledge was to invite disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed information, a comprehensive dossier on the hunting team, their patrons, and the depth of their connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then could he strike with precision, a venomous serpent delivering a fatal bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, his resolve hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night was young, and the hunt was on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Simon emerged from the city’s bustling heart and into the familiar embrace of the Drage Family compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imposing architecture, a blend of ancient tradition and modern efficiency, was a testament to the family’s enduring power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His steps quickened as he made his way towards the main house, a sense of urgency propelling him forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The study, a sanctum of authority and knowledge, was where he found his father, Alnod Drage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man in the prime of life, Alnod exuded an aura of quiet command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Mark tattooed prominently on his forearm was a stark reminder of his formidable combat prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the head of the Drage Family, one of the preeminent powerhouses in the inner post region, his influence extended far and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, despite his imposing stature, his face softened into a warm smile as his son entered the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon, accustomed to the rigors of the battlefield, was an infrequent visitor to his father’s study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence was a deviation from the norm, a fact not lost on Alnod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity flickered in Alnod’s eyes as he gestured for his son to take a seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simon stood before his father, his face etched with a gravity that was unusual for the young warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alnod, with his keen eye for detail, immediately sensed that something was amiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son was not a man of many words, but he was also not one to conceal his emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solemn expression on Simon’s face was a stark contrast to the typically confident demeanor of the young warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of concern ignited in Alnod’s eyes as he leaned forward, his posture subtly shifting to convey his readiness to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Aravind_S Creation is hard, cheer me up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VOTE for me!\u003C\u002Fp>",1561,"2026-06-05T15:57:04.753Z",1,"novelbin.me","acd3dfc36afe046f8a414461682f376cd5b5db0d16dc8a404cbd5ce69091c147","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-898","ancient-tears-bloodline-chapter-896",1498,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fancient-tears-bloodline-cover.jpg"]