I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 174 - 174: Boogey man

Zafron's heart pounded as he tore through his house, calling out desperately, "Mara! Matilda!" Only silence answered him.

As he rushed from room to room, the extent of the chaos became clear. Furniture was overturned, pictures hung askew, and even the sturdy oak door hung off its hinges.

'This wasn't just a break-in,' Zafron thought, his mind racing. 'It's like a tornado hit the place... or something much worse.'

He paused in the kitchen, his eyes falling on a jug and a cup of tea on the counter. Still warm, he noticed as he checked the jug.

"They were here probably some hours ago," he muttered. "What in the blazes happened?"

As the reality of the situation sank in, Zafron felt a surge of... something. Power? Adrenaline? Whatever it was, it coursed through his veins, making him feel stronger, faster.

'Focus, Zafron,' he chided himself. 'New powers or not, you need to find them.'

Without a second thought, he burst out of the house and into the streets of Drakoria. The cool night air whipped past him as he ran, faster than he'd ever moved before.

"Mara! Matilda!" he called out, not caring who heard him. People turned to stare at the man racing through the streets like a man possessed, but Zafron barely noticed.

As he

Uncle Harold turned, his frown deepening. "Cassandra, you should be in bed. Mr. Zafron was just leaving."

Cassandra reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes locked with Zafron's. She could see the urgency, the barely contained panic in his gaze.

"Actually, Uncle," she said smoothly, "I asked Zafron to return. There's a matter we need to discuss."

Zafron's eyebrows shot up, but he quickly schooled his features. 'Bless you, Cassie. I owe you one... or ten.'

"At this hour?" Uncle Harold's skepticism was palpable.

"It's regarding tomorrow's security arrangements," Cassandra lied effortlessly. "I had some concerns I wanted to address immediately."

Uncle Harold looked between them, suspicion clear in his eyes. "Very well," he said finally. "But make it quick. It's late, and appearances must be maintained."

As Uncle Harold retreated to his study, Cassandra grabbed Zafron's arm and pulled him into a nearby alcove.

"What in the world are you doing back here?" she whispered furiously. "And why do you look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards?"

Zafron leaned in close, his voice barely audible. "Mara and Matilda are missing. My house looks like it's been hit by a tornado. I didn't know where else to go."

Cassandra's eyes widened. "Missing? What do you mean missing?"