I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

As the elites shared laughs, smoothing over the awkwardness, a serious exchange was happening in a corner of the crowd.

A goateed powerhouse and a robed figure were communicating through mind power.

The goateed man spoke solemnly in his thoughts, "The time is nearly upon us. Once one of them secures the inheritance, I'll have our people act immediately. You must activate the array we prepared in advance without delay. We cannot allow Victor and his companions to enter the Bones Tower.

The failure of our last sacrificial ritual dealt a significant blow to our sect; we cannot afford any mishaps this time."

The goateed figure, a deacon of the Dusk Sect known as "Black Ghost," was here to ensure the flawless execution of their plan.

The robed figure, Owen, was a transcendent-tier senior arraymancer, tasked with aiding Deacon Black Ghost in carrying out the Dusk Sect's agenda.

Hearing Deacon Black Ghost's words, Owen nodded with fervor in his eyes, respectfully assuring, "Rest assured, Deacon Black Ghost. Even at the cost of my life, I won't let them thwart our plans."

Owen, advanced in years and sustained only by numerous extraordinary artifacts, didn't have many years left.

He had been ready to give up, but within the Dusk Sect, he found hope to cling to life, naturally willing to go to great lengths for a chance at survival.

Black Ghost nodded, confident in their thorough preparations and the Crimson Demon's support.

If they could trap Victor and his team here, Stellarburg would be theirs for the taking.

The last sacrificial ritual held by the Dusk Sect not only tarnished their reputation but also led to a severe crackdown by the Federation, resulting in the loss of many followers and powerhouses.

This time, they aimed to redeem their honor, fulfill their initial plan, and exact revenge on the entire Federation, avenging their fallen and instilling fear in the heart of the Federation!

At the Hidden Stars team's location, Victor seemed to sense something, casting an imperceptible glance at a certain corner, his expression inscrutable.

Meanwhile, an unseen pair of eyes watched everyone present, capturing every expression and movement without anyone aware of their surveillance...

Meanwhile, at the top level of the Bones Tower.

The palace was shrouded in silence, broken only by faint echoes of footsteps.

Seraphina, clutching her icy staff, surveyed her surroundings with utmost caution.

She had used both of her classes in previous battles to reach the twelfth floor.

Upon arriving, however, Seraphina realized she was the last to reach this level.

That meant three others had already made it here before her!

Besides John, who had entered early, the other two must have started the trial after her, yet they had surpassed her speed, heightening her vigilance.

Despite her lengthy exploration, Seraphina hadn't encountered a soul.

Already exhausted from intense battles and prolonged concentration, even her exceptional talents couldn't fend off the weariness creeping in.

Just as she let her guard down for a moment, a blood-red flame suddenly hurtled towards her.

Seraphina barely had time to react before the flame exploded just two meters from her!

"Boom!!!"

The fiery blast erupted, sending waves of heat surging towards her.

The blood-red flames engulfed Seraphina completely, obscuring her figure in a fiery inferno.

Subsequently, Lucas, clad in a red robe, slowly emerged from the darkness.

He carried a blood-red sword, his face deathly pale, his crimson eyes filled with madness. He was clearly not in his right mind.

Gazing at the raging blood-red flames, a sick smile crept across Lucas's face as he ranted, "Seraphina, you fancy that worthless nobody, don't you? You don't like me? Well, if I can't have you, no one will!!"

Under the glow of the blood-red flames, his handsome face twisted into a visage of pure malevolence and madness.

And this scene was witnessed by all outside the tower.

Everyone fell silent, turning their gaze towards Theodore.

The moment Seraphina was ambushed, Theodore's complexion changed instantaneously, and upon hearing Lucas's words, his expression turned bone-chillingly cold.

Under normal combat circumstances, Theodore might not have said anything, but seeing Seraphina, already weary, being sneak-attacked by Lucas, a gold-tier awakener, at her most vulnerable moment, was clearly an attempt on her life.

Fury painted Theodore's visage as blue light radiated from his being, his immense magical power surging wildly, his formidable presence like a tempestuous sea in the midst of a storm.

In Theodore's heart, Lucas was already a dead man.

Those around Theodore felt an overwhelming pressure, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads instantly, understanding that Theodore was enraged.

Eldritch, his eyes shining with a divine golden light, stepped forward and grasped Theodore's shoulder, his voice deep and steady, "Lord Theodore, remain calm. Miss Seraphina will be alright."

Under the soothing words of Eldritch, the Sacred Word Priest, Theodore's emotions gradually steadied, yet the raging inferno of wrath still flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Theodore's voice was devoid of any emotion as he spoke, "Truly fitting of a House Carter scion, ruthless to the core. I, Theodore, will remember this. If my daughter falls in the trial due to her own shortcomings, so be it. But as a father, should she meet her demise under such circumstances, I will undoubtedly seek an explanation from House Carter in the capital!"

Hearing Theodore's words, everyone dared not even breathe too loudly.

Baron and Eldritch exchanged glances, both spotting the bitter smile in each other's eyes, recognizing this situation was beyond their intervention.

Within the palace, the blood-red flames gradually dissipated.

To everyone's relief, Seraphina's figure reappeared on the screen, seemingly unharmed.

Around her, a massive ice crystal had formed, encasing her securely.

Despite the formidable power of the blood-colored flames, which had melted much of the crystal, leaving only a thin layer, it had just barely managed to block Lucas's attack.

"Ice Crystal Shield!"

This was one of Seraphina's equipment skills.

The IceCloud staff she wielded, a level 10 platinum-tier item, was purchased by Theodore for a significant sum after Seraphina's awakening.

Its purpose was to save her life in the face of insurmountable danger, and it had proven its worth in this moment.

As the Ice Crystal Shield slowly vanished, it revealed Seraphina's exquisite, albeit slightly pale, face.

Her gaze towards Lucas was calm, unsurprised by his attempt on her life.

Seraphina had long been aware of Lucas's true nature, which was why she had kept her distance. Her instincts had been right.

On the other side, Lucas's breathing grew heavier as he beheld Seraphina's beauty, his undisguised desire only serving to repulse her.

Noticing the disgust in Seraphina's eyes, the mad grin on Lucas's face slowly faded.

He stared intently at Seraphina and said, "Do I really disgust you that much?"

Seraphina's lips twitched slightly.

For the first time in many years, she smiled at Lucas. But it was a smile born of deep-seated scorn.

Lucas's chest heaved violently, his face contorting into a grotesque expression.

His eyes blazed with bloodlust as he vanished from sight, and before Seraphina could react, his hands, with their long nails, were already gripping her slender, pale neck.

"Why? Why?!" Lucas roared. "I am the heir of House Carter, the genius of the capital. I've given so much for you over these three years. In what way am I inferior to him? In what way do I not deserve you?

Why can't you just be mine obediently?"

His fingers tightened slowly, and Seraphina struggled to breathe.

Yet, she did not resist or plead for mercy, only gazing at him with a pair of cold, clear eyes.

Seraphina understood that any struggle was futile against such a vast disparity in strength, and even the numerous life-saving artifacts on her could not save her in this secret realm, at this moment.

But if it meant begging Lucas for her life, Seraphina would rather die here!

The onlookers outside were on the edge of their seats, fully aware of the implications if Seraphina were to be killed by Lucas in full view of everyone.

Seraphina was the beloved granddaughter of the elder of House Harris.

Her death here would not only mean an official break between House Winters and House Carter, but House Fairfax would also be dragged into the fray.

A conflict among the three major families would inevitably cause a significant uproar within the Federation.

And those lurking in the shadows, eyeing the Federation, would surely seize the opportunity to strike.

The long-standing peace within the Federation would undoubtedly be shattered.

The thought made everyone's skin crawl.

Such consequences were too grave for anyone to bear.