Rise of The Abandoned Husband

I stood in the living room of my former rented house, staring down at Colin McDaniel's lifeless body. His once-arrogant face was now frozen in an expression of terror and disbelief. The spiritual fire I had forcibly extracted from him still tingled in my palm, gradually merging with my own power.

"Well, that was certainly... efficient," The Man with the Mustache remarked, keeping a safe distance from the corpse. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

I closed my fist, extinguishing the last visible traces of Colin's spiritual fire. "He made his choice long ago when he sided with the Ashworths against me."

Turning away from the body, I glanced at our other guest. Broderick lay unconscious in the corner, bound with specialized restraints that would prevent him from accessing his beast transformation. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, his face occasionally twitching as if caught in a nightmare.

"Do you really think she'll come?" The Man with the Mustache asked, nervously twirling his facial hair. "Ms. Hayward doesn't strike me as someone who bends easily to threats."

"It's not about bending," I replied, moving to look out the window at the darkening sky over Veridia City. "It's about choosing between two unbearable options."

I had seen the way Ms. Hayward looked at Broderick during our confrontation. Behind her cold exterior and fierce loyalty to the Veridia City Martial Guild lay something deeper – something almost maternal. The Guild had given her power, position, and purpose, but Broderick had given her something she couldn't obtain through rank or strength: a connection.

"She'll come," I said with certainty. "She may hate herself for it, but she'll come."

The Man with the Mustache looked skeptical. "The Guild has strict policies about negotiating with enemies. Breaking those rules could cost her everything."

"That's exactly why I took Broderick." I turned back to face him. "I needed leverage that would outweigh her loyalty to the Guild."

A soft groan drew our attention to Broderick. His eyes fluttered open, confusion quickly giving way to rage as he realized his situation.

"Knight!" he snarled, straining against his restraints. "You cowardly bastard! Fight me properly!"

I approached him slowly, kneeling down to his level. "I already did. You lost."

His face contorted with fury. "When I get free—"

"You won't," I cut him off. "Not unless Ms. Hayward delivers what I want."

"She'll never betray the Guild," he spat, though uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

I smiled coldly. "We'll see just how much you really mean to her, won't we?"

Leaving Broderick to stew in his anger and fear, I returned to the window. The Man with the Mustache joined me, his expression troubled.

"You've changed, Liam," he said quietly. "The man I first met wouldn't have taken a hostage."

"The man you first met couldn't save Isabelle," I replied flatly. "I'll do whatever it takes to get her back."

"And after that?" he pressed. "Where does it end?"

Before I could answer, a sharp knock at the door silenced us both. I nodded to The Man with the Mustache, who moved cautiously to check who had arrived.

"It's her," he whispered. "And she's alone."

I smiled grimly. "Right on time. Let her in."

Ms. Hayward entered with her head held high, but I could see the strain in her eyes. She wore no Heaven Gate insignia, dressed instead in plain, dark clothing that wouldn't draw attention.

"Knight," she acknowledged tersely, her gaze immediately finding Broderick in the corner.

"Ms. Hayward," I replied. "I see you've made your decision."

She tore her eyes away from Broderick to face me. "I want proof he's unharmed first."

I gestured toward him. "See for yourself."

She crossed the room swiftly, kneeling beside him. Though she maintained her composure, her hands trembled slightly as she checked him for injuries.

"I told you she wouldn't come," Broderick growled, but his eyes betrayed his relief at seeing her.

"Shut up," she snapped, though there was no real anger in her voice. "Your recklessness caused this mess."

Once satisfied that he wasn't seriously injured, she straightened and turned back to me. "Release him, and I'll take you to the Mystic Realm entrance."

"Not quite," I countered. "You'll take me there first. Once I'm satisfied with what you've shown me, then I'll release him."

Her jaw tightened. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"

"The same way I know you'll keep yours," I replied. "Neither of us has a choice."

For a long moment, she stood silent, the weight of her decision visible in her rigid posture. Finally, she nodded once, sharply.

"The entrance is hidden beneath Heaven Gate headquarters," she revealed. "We'll need to move quietly. If we're discovered..." She left the implication hanging.

"When do we leave?" I asked.

"Now," she answered. "There's a shift change at midnight that will give us our best chance to slip in unnoticed."

I turned to The Man with the Mustache. "Stay here with Broderick. If we're not back by dawn..."

"Run for my life?" he suggested weakly.

"Essentially," I confirmed.

Ms. Hayward moved back toward Broderick, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said made his eyes widen before his expression hardened into grim acceptance.

"If you betray him," I warned her as she straightened, "your protégé dies."

She met my gaze unflinchingly. "And if you harm him, Knight, there won't be a place in this world where you can hide from me."

The threat carried weight – not from her position or power, but from the raw emotion behind it. This wasn't the Guild enforcer speaking, but something far more primal.

As we prepared to leave, The Man with the Mustache pulled me aside. "Be careful, Liam. This could still be a trap."

"I know," I replied. "But it's a risk I have to take for Isabelle."

The night air was cool against my skin as Ms. Hayward led me through back alleys and hidden pathways toward the Heaven Gate headquarters. Neither of us spoke, the silence between us filled with mutual distrust and the weight of what lay ahead.

"Why do you care so much about him?" I finally asked as we paused in the shadow of a building across from our destination. "Broderick, I mean."

She didn't look at me, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the headquarters. "Not everyone has the luxury of biological family, Knight. Sometimes we build our own."

Her words struck an unexpected chord. Despite everything, I understood that sentiment all too well.

"He looks up to you," I observed. "Almost like..."

"A son to a mother?" she finished, finally glancing at me. "Is that so hard to believe? That someone like me might want that connection?"

"No," I admitted. "It's not."

A flicker of surprise crossed her face at my honesty, quickly masked behind her professional demeanor. "The guards are changing. We move now."

We slipped across the street, entering the Heaven Gate complex through what appeared to be a maintenance entrance. Ms. Hayward navigated the corridors with practiced ease, avoiding patrolling guards and security formations.

"The Guild doesn't know I'm here," she admitted quietly as we descended a hidden staircase. "If they discover what I'm doing..."

"You'd be considered a traitor," I finished for her.

She nodded once. "Execution would be the kindest outcome."

"Yet you came anyway," I noted.

"For Broderick," she said firmly. "Not for you, not for your Isabelle, and certainly not for any misguided notion of right and wrong. Remember that."

We reached a heavy stone door inscribed with ancient characters. Ms. Hayward placed her palm against it, channeling her spiritual energy. The door rumbled open, revealing a dark passageway beyond.

"This leads to the heart of Heaven Gate's most sacred chamber," she explained. "The entrance to the Mystic Realm is there."

As we walked through the passageway, I felt a familiar energy prickling against my skin – the same distinctive power I'd sensed when investigating the Mystic Realm before.

"How many people know about this?" I asked.

"Only the highest-ranking Guild members," she replied. "And now you."

The passageway opened into a vast underground chamber. At its center stood a circular platform surrounded by nine stone pillars, each inscribed with glowing formations.

"There," Ms. Hayward pointed. "That's the entrance."

I approached cautiously, studying the ancient formations. They were complex beyond anything I'd seen before, designed to both protect and conceal the gateway to the Mystic Realm.

"How do we activate it?"

"We don't," she said. "Not tonight. I've shown you its location as promised. The actual opening requires preparation and specific timing."

I turned to face her, suspicion flaring. "That wasn't our agreement."

"I promised to show you the entrance," she countered. "I have. Opening it requires the combined effort of multiple Guild elders during specific celestial alignments."

I stepped closer, my voice dangerously low. "You're holding back."

"I've already committed treason by bringing you here," she hissed. "What more do you want?"

"Everything you know about the Mystic Realm," I demanded. "Everything about what they're doing to Isabelle."

For a moment, I thought she would refuse. Then, resignation crossed her face.

"The Mystic Realm opens fully once every three months," she revealed. "The next opening is in seventeen days. As for your Isabelle..." She hesitated. "They're using her blood to create enhanced warriors. Her bloodline contains properties that can exponentially increase cultivation speed and power."

My fists clenched involuntarily. "And her condition?"

"Alive," Ms. Hayward answered. "But weakened. The extraction process is... not gentle."

Rage surged through me, but I forced it down. "How do I get in when it opens?"

"You'd need either a Guild token or..." Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Or someone with the authority to grant access."

"Someone like you," I stated.

The implication hung between us, unspoken but clear.

"I've kept my end of the bargain," she said, changing the subject. "Now release Broderick."

"When we get back," I agreed.

As we turned to leave, Ms. Hayward paused. "Knight... what I've done tonight will have consequences. The Guild doesn't forgive betrayal."

"Then why do it?" I asked. "You knew the cost."

She was quiet for so long I thought she wouldn't answer. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but resolute.

"Because some bonds are worth more than loyalty to an organization. Because in this cold, power-obsessed world, finding someone who truly matters is rare." Her eyes met mine with unexpected intensity. "You of all people should understand that, given what you're risking for Isabelle."

The comparison wasn't lost on me. Despite our opposing sides, Ms. Hayward and I were driven by the same fundamental force – protecting someone we cared about above all else.

"Seventeen days," I said as we began our journey back. "When the time comes, will you make the same choice again?"

She didn't answer immediately, her face half-hidden in shadow as we climbed the stairs.

"I suppose," she finally replied, "we'll both find out when that day arrives."