The Fortune-Telling Heiress

Chapter 353

In the midst of the purple lightning, Madison caught a final glimpse of Malcolm. There was something in his smile, a mix of relief and an inexplicable mockery. Madison said nothing.

Malcolm's voice echoed through the air. "Madison, opposing a favored one of the heavens never ends well. You have your sense of justice, but the heavens have theirs too. Do you think you can really fight against the heavens?" His words faded into the silence.

The purple talismans turned to ash and scattered to the ground. Amidst the dust, a wisp of smoke rose, curling into the air before vanishing completely.

Madison stood still as she gazed up at the sky, her hand clenching into a fist. She already knew what it meant to go against a favored one of the heavens. But that didn't mean she would abandon her own sense of justice just to save herself. With determination, Madison headed toward the direction she had divined.

She followed the path until it led her to a cave that was just tall enough for a person to enter. Steeling herself, she stepped inside.

A chill crept through the air, accompanied by a faint dripping sound. The stench of blood was overwhelming. She followed the sound deeper into the cave until she reached a natural stone pillar.

Hanging upside down from the pillar was a man. The dripping sound came from the blood trickling off him.

A dim, eerie light filtered through the cracks in the cave walls, casting a cold glow over the man's form. He was completely naked, his long hair hanging down and matted with blood, giving him the appearance of a tormented ghost. Madison's gaze slowly traveled upward, locking onto his ankles.

On his right ankle, a red string was tied, and a miniature version of the bronze sword was attached to it.

With one look, Madison recognized it immediately. It was her sword. To be precise, it was the sword she wielded in the other world.

Madison didn't move. Her expression grew sharp as she demanded answers from the system in her mind.

"What's going on here?" Madison demanded.

The system stammered, clearly bewildered. "I have no idea! You can travel between worlds because of me! But this guy... There's no trace of any system on him!" The system scanned again before confirming. "Yeah, there's no system attached to him." Madison reached out with her fingers, and with a slight motion, the red string unraveled, flying into her palm. She tugged it free and held the miniature bronze sword. With a flick of her wrist, the sword expanded to its full size.

This bronze sword was crafted in the ancient style. Its entire body was made of bronze. It had a round hilt, and the guard curved outward. Both sides of the blade were inlaid with turquoise. The blade was intricately carved with floral patterns. The blade was double-edged, curving in a slight arc before tapering to a sharp point at the tip.

The green patina had long faded, revealing a gleaming, razor-sharp edge.

It was her sword, the very one she had carried in the other world. The moment it fell into her hand, it hummed with life, vibrating as though responding to her

presence.

Madison gently stroked the blade. "Quellblade... I never thought I'd hold you again."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she caressed her weapon.

The system interrupted hesitantly, "Ms. Locke, shouldn't you check on the person hanging there?"

Madison merely lifted her gaze slightly.

The system, now more anxious, insisted. "Ms. Locke, you've noticed, right? His energy... Doesn't it feel familiar?"

Madison let out a cold laugh.

The system sounded more worried as it said, "Maybe you should let him down? If he stays like this much longer, he might die."