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CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 49In the physical realm…“General Shaw!!” The prime minister’s voice cut sharply through the tense air.A hologram flickered to life, projecting his stern visage with an icy glow.“How’s the progress with the task?” the prime minister demanded, his tone carrying that mix of authority and impatience that could make grown men falter.General Shaw ran a hand through his hair, the weight of his failure pressing heavily on his shoulders. “Still no trace of this weapon. I plan to catch him with his own trap, but he’s yet to act on it.”Rage, desperation and frustration clinging on him.BOOM!!He slammed his fist onto the polished surface of the desk with a force that rattled pens, papers, and a few scattered devices. The echo of the impact bounced off the walls, a sharp percussion to the tense room.The prime minister’s laughter rang out. Sharp. Cruel. Almost theatrical, like Shaw’s frustration was nothing but a performance for his amusement.“Shaw,” the prime minister sneered, his
CHAPTER 48
“Since I got the Ozyrath’s power after killing it, then if I kill the Aurethrion, I’d have his powers too,” Draven thought.The realization did not excite him. It settled into him like strategy. Like inevitability.Before him, the Vaelcryx remained on one knee, its head bowed low, shoulders tense, awaiting judgment. The silence between them stretched thin, sharpened by the faint hum of lingering energy in the Spirit Realm.Draven swayed the knife slowly in his hand. The blade caught what little light lingered in the air, reflecting it in thin, cold flashes across the fractured ground. Each subtle movement produced a faint metallic whisper. Clean. Controlled. Final.The Vaelcryx shut its eyes.It was ready, not out of courage, not out of loyalty. But out of acceptance.It had gambled everything on Draven. If this was the cost, then so be it.Suddenly, it heard footsteps. Steady footstep, not approaching. Receding.The Vaelcryx’s brows tightened. It remained still for a heartbeat longer
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In the Spirit Realm....The creatures stood frozen, their dark forms still radiating the stench of decay. The smoke that had once curled around their armored bodies thinned into nothingness. Their presence had carried weight, authority, menace. Now that weight had collapsed into silence.They were taken aback.“ვინ ხარ შენ?”“Who are you?” the Vaelcryx interpreted, its voice low, cautious.Draven did not answer immediately.He exhaled sharply. A hum of white smoke escaped his lips, drifting into the air like a final warning.“Too bad you’d figure it out on the other side.”SLING!!!The sound was clean and precise.Before comprehension could settle in their minds, their heads separated from their bodies. One by one, they fell, striking the ground with heavy, hollow thuds. There was no drawn-out struggle. No desperate retaliation. Just execution.Draven had moved faster than perception itself.The spear he had taken from the first creature sliced through the air with surgical certainty.
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Back in Acaryn…GUSH!!!A violent rush of icy water crashed against Abigail’s face.Her body jolted upright against the chair, lungs seizing as the water forced its way into her nostrils. She coughed violently, choking, struggling to draw breath as droplets streamed down her cheeks and into her mouth. The cold bit into her skin, sharp and merciless.She opened her eyes in reflex—only for water to sting them instantly. She squeezed them shut again, lashes clumping together, vision swimming in a blur of light and shadow.Her chest heaved. Air…..she needed air.Instinctively, she tried to lift her hand to wipe her face. But she couldn’t.Her wrists were bound tightly against the arms of the chair. Thick restraints dug into her skin, unforgiving. Her ankles were secured the same way, fastened to the legs of the chair. She wasn’t just tied—she was anchored.Her vision wavered again, the room spinning faintly. Seconds passed. The blur steadied. Shapes sharpened.The Capo stood before her.A
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The intensity of her scream reverberated through the air like a living force. Draven’s grip around her neck tightened, brutal and absolute, veins in his arms taut with controlled strength. Her once-glowing emerald eyes had darkened, green brilliance extinguished, replaced with swirling shadows. Dark lines raced across her skin as if her very life force tried to escape. Her gaze pooled with unspeakable darkness, pressure from Draven’s grip pressing into her very soul.CRACK!Her skin fractured like shattered glass. Fissures tore along her body, shedding layers until her true form was revealed.She was no longer the radiant, human-like figure she pretended to by illusion. Her skin was deep purple, rough and scaly, mottled with ridges and scars. A stench of rotting meat hung off her, sour and pungent, rising like a cloud of decay. She retained some semblance of humanity, but twisted into grotesque distortion. Her eyes were inverted, perched where her mouth should have been. Her nose flar
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After a while, the Aestherist stepped out of the darkness.The shadows seemed to release her reluctantly, peeling away from her glowing form as though even they were hesitant to let her go. Her hazel eyes shimmered with quiet hunger as they settled on Draven’s still figure.“Comfort must have overwhelmed him,” she thought.Her lips curved slowly.She began to walk toward him, each step measured, deliberate and graceful. Her presence did not rush. It unfolded. The faint radiance in her eyes intensified with every inch she closed between them, like embers stirred back to life. The chamber was silent, yet her approach carried a rhythm—soft, calculated, predatory.“It’s been a while since I had a prey,” she muttered under her breath, her voice nearly dissolving into the air. “I’ll enjoy every bit of this prey, and strip him of his virtue and that poise he possesses.”She stopped just before him.Draven remained still in the chair, eyes closed, posture relaxed, and breath steady.The Aesth
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