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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
Chapter One hundred and seventy-four
The clash raged on, a storm of fire and shadow, but to Selene it all seemed muffled — like a dream wrapped in smoke.Every step she took left a trail of bodies. She felt their weight on her sword, on her skin, but none of it reached her heart. That part of her burned elsewhere — where Adrian’s words had struck, still echoing like a bell that would not stop ringing.You are not his. You never will be.Her scar pulsed with every syllable, as though torn open anew. She gritted her teeth, forcing her body to move. To kill. To survive.But then came the whispers.The Fear of Her OwnAt first, she thought it was the serpent’s voice again, slithering in her ear. But no — it was real, hushed words carried across the din of battle.“Is she even with us anymore?”“Look at her eyes. That’s not our queen.”“She cuts down our men as easily as theirs.”Selene staggered. Her grip faltered. She turned, desperate to see their faces, but her soldiers would not meet her gaze. They fought near her, but
Chapter One hundred and seventy-three
Her sword arm shook.Not from the blow itself — though Adrian’s strike had been heavy, nearly driving her to her knees — but from the words he had flung at her like daggers.You are not his. You never will be.The battlefield roared around her. Yet those words echoed louder than the clash of steel, louder than the screams of the dying. They rattled in her chest, clawed at the scar that seared like molten fire across her face.Her knees almost buckled. Her breath came ragged. For an instant, the serpent’s whisper faltered — its silken murmur drowned beneath the weight of Adrian’s defiance.And that terrified her more than any enemy blade.The Serpent’s GripFoolish girl.The voice came, colder now, edged with fury.Do you think a single word can sever what binds you? He lies. He seeks to chain you again, as he always has. You are mine.Her grip tightened on the hilt until her knuckles ached. She swung wildly at the soldier charging her flank, cutting him down in a spray of crimson. H
Chapter One hundred and seventy-two
The serpent’s army surged like a tide, pressing against Adrian’s line with merciless force. Shields splintered, spears cracked, and the ground itself seemed to shudder beneath the crush of bodies.Adrian fought at the front, his sword a silver arc cleaving through armored flesh. Every strike bought his men another heartbeat, but the tide pressed on. And through the smoke, through the screams, he saw her again.Selene.She cut a path toward him, though whether by will or by the serpent’s design, he could not tell. Soldiers scattered before her — his and theirs alike — as if the storm itself had chosen a direction.His chest clenched. Their paths were no longer parallel. They were colliding.The Pull of InevitabilityHer sword flashed in the haze. The scar burned on her face like molten coal. Her steps faltered once, twice — but each time she righted herself, blade dripping, shoulders squared.Adrian knew this was no accident. The serpent wanted this meeting. Wanted her hand to rise aga
Chapter One hundred and seventy-one
Adrian’s blade rang against iron, sparks scattering into the smoke. The soldier before him fell, armor splitting open beneath the weight of his strike. But even before the man’s body hit the ground, Adrian’s eyes were searching for her.Selene.He found her on the far edge of the valley.At first, he thought it was a mirage: a lone figure cutting through the serpent’s army as if she belonged to no side. Her cloak flared black as stormclouds, her sword a streak of lightning in the gloom. Bodies fell around her in a widening circle. Friend. Foe. It did not matter.The scar upon her face glowed like a brand, even through the smoke.Adrian’s chest tightened.“Gods…” one of his men whispered at his side, faltering mid-strike. “Is she with them… or with us?”Adrian did not answer.He knew this storm. He had felt it once before — when her power first awoke, when her will had nearly split the ground beneath their feet. But then, she had been fighting for him. For them.Now… he could not tell
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