The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 991

Chapter 991 Nested Formation 

That thought dawned on Wynter as she headed toward the mountains. Within this formation, one would 

have to face their own personal burdens and various anomalies. Only heroic spirits were able to suppress 

these anomalies. 

There was a popular saying on the Internet–if one ever found themselves spooked at night while away 

from home, worried that they’d bump into evil spirits, Martyr Graveyard was the place to go. Any evil spirit would pause before the gates. 

When they were still alive, the heroic spirits protected commoners during wartime. They continued to do. 

so even after death. 

As long as the heroic spirits were armed, there would be no enemies wherever they were. 

Wynter was staring at an anomaly. Then, her gaze fell on Whitley. “You doing okay?” 

“It doesn’t affect me.” He was rather direct. “But I’m worried that it’ll affect you. Humans have their seven 

deadly sins. If they lure your dark side out, I fear that we’ll be trapped in the formation” 

Wynter took pictures of the terrain and enemy troops. She smirked. “A question has been lingering in my 

mind before you said that. 

“I felt there was something off about this Earthbound Formation. There is another formation here as well- 

I think we’ve encountered a Nested Formation.” 

“Nested Formation?” Whitley was slightly confused. 

He had a sharp mind, and he knew he was no normal person. Yet, he had no clue about formations. 

Wynter’s gaze fixated. “When two or more people share remorse over the same matter, a Nested 

Formation is created. 

“The situation is much more complex now, as someone from the Foplyan troops has cast a spell. You 

should have sensed enough ominous energy to know what’s happening there.” 

Clouds of black mist have shrouded the enemy troop’s camp.” As a Savior, Whitley was able to see 

things from a great distance. He was perplexed by what he was seeing. “What are they doing?” 

Wynter dipped a maple leaf in water and swiped it before her eyes. “Someone’s forging souls, thus absorbing our fortune,” she muttered icily as she stood back up. 

Whitley widened his eyes in shock. From her words, one thing was clear–he was being hunted. 

Before coming here, Wynter had told him that every country had their own Saviors. More Saviors meant more fortune. These contributed to a flourishing country. 

Some things never changed, especially for the Foplyans. They plundered what belonged to others and 

claimed it for themselves!