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Chapter One hundred and eighty
Kael had seen war in all its cruelty.He had watched cities burn, heard the screams of men swallowed by magic they couldn’t understand, and buried comrades beneath soil that still trembled with old curses.But nothing — not even the bloodiest nights of the Crimson Siege — prepared him for this.The storm that loomed over the citadel wasn’t just weather.It was a living thing — pulsing, breathing, watching.Lightning arced across the heavens in unnatural patterns, forming symbols that glowed and vanished before his eyes.The rain had turned thick, black like ink, staining armor and skin. The air reeked of something ancient — copper and fire and decay all at once.And at the heart of it stood them.Adrian and Selene.Lovers. Warriors. Enemies.Now, something greater — something terrifying — was unraveling between them.The Moment of BecomingKael crouched behind the shattered archway, one hand gripping the hilt of his blade, though he knew it would be useless.Even from here, he could f
Chapter One hundred and seventy-nine
For a moment, the world seemed to still.Rain fell in heavy curtains, whispering against armor and ash, running down the cracked marble beneath their feet. Lightning flashed somewhere beyond the towers, turning the ruins silver for an instant, then swallowing them back into shadow.Adrian stood with his sword lowered, chest heaving, blood running from a shallow wound across his ribs. The pain barely registered. What burned sharper than any cut was the look in Selene’s eyes — the flicker of the woman he knew, the one who had begged him to run even as the serpent screamed through her veins.He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.Because he finally understood something cruel and simple — he was losing her, not to death, but to erasure.The woman before him was becoming someone else.He blinked, and for an instant, through the storm, he saw another night — another rain.Her laughter had been soft then, silver like the moonlight that danced on her skin. She had been barefoot in the gard
Chapter One hundred and seventy-eight
The rain fell hard.Each drop hissed as it struck his armor, turning the soot and blood to streaks of gray. Adrian did not move at first. He stood still, sword in hand, watching the woman before him as the storm gathered its breath.Selene.Even drenched in darkness, she glowed. Not with light, but with defiance — with the shimmer of power that made the very air around her hum. Shadows twisted around her form like living serpents, wrapping her in a crown of smoke. Her eyes were molten red, and yet, beneath that infernal glow, he still saw the glimmer of the woman who had once whispered his name like a vow.He wanted to speak. To say her name. To break whatever spell she was under with the sound of his voice.But words had long since become useless things between them.So instead, he moved.The ChargeHis first step was silent. The second tore through the mud like thunder.The world erupted.The ash-fire in his blade burst to life — pale, colorless flame that gave no heat but burned
Chapter One hundred and seventy-seven
The battle did not end, but it changed.All across the field, the rhythm of war began to falter. Men who had been screaming seconds ago now hesitated mid-strike. The pounding of feet slowed; the clang of steel came in stuttering bursts, uncertain. It was as though the air itself had thickened — heavy, electric, alive.Every soldier, ally and foe alike, turned toward the center of the chaos where two figures now faced one another across a wasteland of blood and ruin.Adrian. Selene.The wind shifted, carrying with it the smell of ash and blood, and the faint hum of something ancient stirring beneath the earth.The Soldiers’ StillnessKael was the first to sense it. From where he fought at the southern ridge, his sword halfway buried in an enemy’s chest, he froze. His gaze lifted toward the heart of the battlefield, toward the two who had once been one.He didn’t need sight to know what was coming — he could feel it. The tension between them wasn’t mere hatred or vengeance. It was some
Chapter One hundred and seventy-six
Selene’s sword dripped red as she drove another foe into the mud, the weight of his body dragging her blade low. She yanked it free with a savage twist, flinging blood in an arc across the churned ground. Around her, the din of battle thundered — shields splintering, voices breaking into screams, the pounding of boots against sodden earth. It was chaos, relentless and suffocating. And yet, through all of it, her gaze kept dragging — unwilling, unbidden — to the ridge where he fought.Adrian.Through the haze of smoke and ash, she could see him, every movement etched in sharp relief against the backdrop of war. He was a force the battlefield could not swallow, a storm of steel and will. Where he stepped, enemies fell. Where his sword cut, the serpent’s army buckled.And she felt him.The thread that bound them tugged with every heartbeat. Every strike of his blade echoed in her bones. Every step he took pressed against her chest, like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers but lived inside
Chapter One hundred and seventy-five
Adrian drove his blade through the chest of a serpent soldier and wrenched it free, his breath a cloud of smoke in the blood-thick air. His men rallied at his flanks, pushing hard against the serpent’s tide, but their eyes kept straying.Not toward the enemy. Toward her.Selene.She stood further down the slope, her cloak a torn banner of shadow, her sword dripping crimson. Around her, men fell indiscriminately — foe, ally, anyone too near her reach. The scar across her face glowed like a wound torn open by fire.And his soldiers whispered.The Fracturing Line“She doesn’t fight for us anymore.”“Look at her — she’s lost.”“Gods help us… she’s one of them now.”Adrian’s teeth clenched. His sword lashed out, cutting down another foe, but the words struck deeper than any blade.These were men who had sworn loyalty to her crown. Men who had marched beneath her banner. Now their voices trembled not with trust but with fear.And it was not just fear of losing.It was fear of her.The Wei
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