The powerful members of the Monroe family immediately followed in Claire Monroe's footsteps the moment they heard the news.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before they spotted two figures standing on the desolate, barren land ahead.
Ricky sensed something too—his body pulsed with dark energy as he turned to glance behind him, a slight frown forming on his face.
Claire was already closing in, her presence fierce and commanding, with the rest of the Monroe elites right behind her.
"Aria!"
"Mom…" Aria turned around, her face lighting up with a mix of relief and guilt as she saw her mother's anxious expression.
Claire's eyes scanned her daughter quickly. Aria didn't seem seriously hurt—just completely drained. The tension in Claire's chest eased a little.
"I'm okay, Mom. Really. Don't worry," Aria said quickly, trying to reassure her.
"Good. That's good." Claire nodded, then her gaze shifted to Ricky. Blood streaked his face, and his injuries looked far worse than Aria's.
