188 Jenna’s cruel past
Chapter 188
It turned out that Jenna’s background was far from simple. She had come to the clan with the purpose of ‘revenge.’
From the diary he had read, although brief, he realized some significant things about her life. It seemed that the diary was a record of important events in her life.
She had noted down some points that he had quickly read all at once, thanks to his special eyes. The speed at which he read was extraordinary as well.
Originally, Jenna belonged to a small clan deep in the mountains called the Ashen Rose Clan, an unknown, small clan hidden deep in the mountains. The clan was nestled in a valley, surrounded by towering peaks and dense forests, cut off from the rest of the world. It could be said that it was not a widely known clan, just a small, insignificant one.
However, things changed shortly after.
Out of nowhere, the peaceful clan was suddenly attacked by a group of deadly assassins.
The night was dark, with no moon to illuminate the village. The only light came from the torches the assassins carried as they descended upon the clan as it was described in the diary…
What followed next was a deadly massacre of the innocent people of the Ashen Rose Clan.
Screams echoed through the night, cut short by the swift, merciless strikes of the assassins. Blood soaked the earth, turning the once peaceful village into a scene of horror.
People who did not know why they were being killed.
Who killed them.
And whether their deaths were in vain or not.
It was a cruel scene of torture that enveloped the entire clan. It was heart-wrenching for the members of the small clan.
Mothers clutched their children, trying to shield them from the violence, but there was no escape. The assassins showed no mercy, their blades cutting down everyone in their path.
They didn’t have resources people would be envious of, they hadn’t offended any superior powers; they were just living their daily lives.
The clan head of the Ashen Rose Clan was a peaceful woman who never involved the clan or herself in greater human politics—always maintaining a neutral stance.
However, they still always aided in the war against the demons. It could be said that the clan was one of the few that adopted principles of selflessness even in the cruel modern world, without seeking any benefits or advantages for themselves.
Yet they suffered such a cruel and horrible fate of annihilation.
Even the children were not spared. Their cries for help were swallowed by the chaos, their lives snuffed out before they had a chance to understand what was happening.
The children were not spared by the onslaught of the unknown deadly assassins; it was severe.
They tried to fight back but were proven helpless against a mere group of assassins.
Jenna Sullivan was the sole survivor of the Ashen Rose Clan, the only person who managed to escape the slaughter and survive.
She had hidden in a small underground chamber, one only she knew about. As she listened to the carnage above, her heart hardened with every scream that reached her ears.
For reasons unknown to Oliver, she somehow managed to avoid that day of slaughter where all of her clanfolk were mercilessly killed.
It was not mentioned in her diary either why she managed to escape the calamity that day, but one thing was clear:
She had vowed on that day to never live in peace until she avenged her people, until she hunted down the one responsible for it all, the source of it all.
The tears she shed were the last she allowed herself, sealing away her grief to fuel her desire for vengeance.
Oliver did not know how she got to where she was now, but one thing was crystal clear:
Her purpose here was ‘revenge.’
And the perpetrator who orchestrated this whole ordeal?
The one Jenna had her sights set on?
One of the four supreme elders of the Mystic Purge Clan…
One of the founding pillars who had been there as long as the clan had existed.
Her target was that individual!
The sheer audacity of it left Oliver momentarily speechless.
Such audacity, yet such will…
Oliver felt a stir in his heart; this was no trivial matter after all.
One of the supreme elders of the Mystic Purge Clan was a being in a realm where most exorcists could only dream of reaching.
A realm so powerful that every exorcist would dream of it more than once.
And Jenna wanted revenge against someone like that?
Oliver doubted whether or not she was capable of this.
Not only was the supreme elder an existence countless people looked up to, but besides their individual strength, they also led their own factions, which were rumored to be just as extraordinary as their strength.
A figure of immense power, surrounded by loyal followers who would lay down their lives at a mere command.
It could be seen from the group of assassins, who most likely belonged to the supreme elder, that they had managed to wipe out a small clan effortlessly—the clan in question being the Ashen Rose Clan, naturally.
Jenna wanted revenge against one such supreme elder of the Mystic Purge Clan, which meant she required strength equal to or greater than that of the supreme elder and likely influence.
He didn’t doubt her influence, considering how she was able to recruit him into the Black Codex Federation—this was enough proof that she was a higher-up in the organization.
However, he couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough.
In the end, what mattered most was individual strength.
He didn’t care about her affairs. As for worrying about a growing plot against his clan?
If the Mystic Purge Clan were weak enough to fear or be threatened by someone’s revenge, then it would have ceased to exist long ago.
The Mystic Purge Clan had countless enemies, both human and demon; they were not weak enough to be shaken.
Yet, there was something about Jenna’s resolve that made him pause. A woman who had survived such horror, who had built herself up from nothing, was not to be underestimated.