Thalia hated Louise for giving birth despite never loving her. She hated that Louise felt not even a shred of compassion for her own children.
Most of all, Thalia hated herself. She knew exactly how cold-hearted Louise was, yet she foolishly believed she could protect both of her children.
She should never have resisted or dreamed of having a family and children. She should have just grown old alone.
Thalia was never fragile, but Louise always seemed capable of shattering her defenses with ease. Right now, she was utterly defeated and at a loss.
Shannon watched as Louise's words caused Thalia's resolve to waver once again. She sighed inwardly and understood how agonizing it was to have a mother who'd threaten her with her child's life.
Had it been anyone else, Thalia might not have crumbled so easily, but it was Louise.
But Thalia forgot one thing—Shannon was not someone who could be so easily killed.
"She won't kill me, Mom." Shannon's calm voice once again steadied Thalia's struggles.
She continued, "Though I only have a quarter of demon blood, my talent is the highest among the younger generation of the Wynthorpe clan. I can grow stronger if given time, so strong that neither she nor the elders here would ever want to kill me."
Her words were meant to reassure Thalia and gauge Louise and the elders' reaction. When no one scoffed in disdain or refuted her claim, she knew she was right.
"At first, you never intended to use Hector, did you? I've always been the vessel you wanted for the Ten-Tailed Elythune."
Shannon glanced at Reuben. Seeing him lower his eyes, she continued, "But my ability to control my supernatural powers exceeded your expectations, so you wanted to explore another possibility.
"You abandoned me and set your sights on Hector instead. If things went well, you might even cultivate two Ten-Tailed Elythunes."
Shannon shook her head. "You won't."
The sudden move where Louise unleashed her powers and held them back was a warning and display of her strength. She was telling them that neither Thalia nor Shannon had the strength to take Hector by force.
Even if they somehow succeeded today, Hector would always be in danger if the Wynthorpes did not give up.
If they wanted to openly take him back, they had to give the elders what they wanted.
Shannon's gaze steadied as if she'd made up her mind. She placed a hand lightly over her chest and said, "Hector's demonic blood was suppressed for too many years. Even if he's awakened, he'll never be an ideal vessel. You don't have to waste your time and effort on him.
"In exchange, I'll take his place and be the vessel for the Ten-Tailed Elythune."
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