Marshall had requested reinforcements from his family. Subsequently, Cyril Ludendorff, a Duke from the Ludendorff family, personally led a team to rendezvous with Marshall, and their intentions aligned perfectly.

Marshall was hunting Andrew, while Cyril, a martial god-level powerhouse, was after Rosemary, who had fled into Wraith Graveyard.

Marshall chuckled. "I'm Marshall, from the Ludendorff family. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Rosemary Clooney."

Facing Rosemary's dark and stiff expression, Marshall gave a slight bow. The teasing look on his face was like a cat toying with a trapped mouse.

Cyril was a gaunt-faced, expressionless middle-aged man. He was known for swift, decisive action. "Marshall, don't waste words. Restrain her first. Saint John's inherited power will belong to our esteemed family!"

Marshall smiled. "As you wish."

A chill flashed through his eyes as he moved to seize Rosemary. Suddenly, she raised her hand and smiled faintly.

"Mr. Cyril, your reputation precede