Chapter 238 The Valley of Carnage and Wrath

• Corey turned his head, his gaze like a piercing flame, as his blood-red eyes locked onto Kenneth with an intensity that could sear through stone. In the silver glow of the moonlight, Kenneth stood not far away, his sharp legs gleaming menacingly as if they were blades forged from the darkness itself.
• In Kenneth's left hand dangled a sack that writhed and twisted with desperate motion. Inside, Freya, Corey's beloved daughter, struggled against her confines, her cries for help muffled by the thick fabric. Kenneth taunted, his voice a venomous whisper in the night, "Your daughter is right here in this sack. If you want to save her, come and get me!"
• As the last word left his lips, Kenneth kicked the sack with malicious glee. With an agility born of sinister intent, he leaped, scaling the walls with a feline grace that left deep, claw-like marks etched into the stone. In a heartbeat, he vanished onto the roof, his silhouette disappearing into the shadows of the garden, yet his mocking laughter lingered, reverberating through the night sky like a sinister melody.