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269. WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH
NARRATORSigrid was desperate. There had to be a magical portal somewhere—in these walls, the ceiling…“Damn it!” she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.Silas was strong, but she was still afraid. They never should have split up.Suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.She clutched her sternum.Goddess, what the hell was this now?Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by stone, trying to find the magical opening.She had to calm down. She blamed it on her frantic state. She was losing control.Electra thrashed inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to be set free.“Not now, you crazy bitch!” she roared, locking her spirit down with everything she had.She couldn’t afford to divide her power right now, weakening herself just to keep Electra at bay.But Sigrid had forgotten she wasn’t alone in the room—someone else was there.Someone who mattered very
270. ONLY ONE ELEMENTAL
NARRATORShe pulled her trembling hand away from her lips, staring at it in front of her face with disbelief.The vital crimson liquid dripped onto the floor.A bloodcurdling shriek of a dying serpent echoed through the darkness.Lucrecia’s eyes darted in that direction, incredulous.No… Damn it, no… He couldn’t have destroyed one of her greatest spells!"KILL THAT BASTARD! NOW! NOW, OR I WON’T GIVE YOU ANOTHER DAMNED SOUL TO DEVOUR!" she shrieked, more hysterical than the very nightmares she commanded.She could feel it—something was happening, something slipping out of her control.She released all the mirrors, throwing the portals wide open. All at once, surges of magical power rippled through the air.She dug her boots firmly into the ground, her hair whipping around her face as the violent winds howled.Raising her hands to shield herself, she squinted against the onslaught.The dark power she had gathered with so much sacrifice was… being consumed?Lucrecia took a step back—this
271. PRISON FOR ELEMENTALS
NARRATORLucrecia fought with all her strength, kicking as Silas lifted her into the air, surrounded by a dark shroud of shadows.The specters howled frenetically, absorbing all that powerful magic their master allowed them to reach through his connection.Her boots twitched in spasms midair, her veins translucent like dark cobwebs beneath her pale skin.Lucrecia couldn’t believe this was how it would end. No, no, she couldn’t die like this!With the last of her magic, with her final will, she thought of exploding like a supernova.She would take that bastard to the grave with her.She closed her eyes, looking defeated, sunken, hopeless.Now! The magic pulsed in her chest, concentrated, pain tearing through her from within, but she did it.She would make it.YOU AND I ARE GOING TOGETHER, WITH ME, TO THE VERY END!She roared inside, opening her eyes to give him one last victorious look.No, no, why was he laughing? You’re going to die, you bastard! Why are you laughing?!“I don’t think
272. CLOSE TO GOODBYE
NARRATORSigrid lowered her hand in utter disgust, grabbing Lucrecia’s withered, lifeless hair with monstrous strength, forcing her to kneel.“Look at me!” she commanded, facing her.Lucrecia didn’t even have the strength to scream, tears of blood streaming down what had once been one of the most beautiful faces of this era.“I only regret not being able to stay forever, to destroy you over and over again. I would keep you alive just to break every inch of your soul, like you did to him,” she said in a low, cold, and ferocious tone.Sigrid’s magic poured out of her body in a furious blaze, burning Lucrecia’s scalp as she lay dying.Sigrid summoned a dagger in her hand.“Silas, free them with your magic,” she instructed her companion.He looked at her intensely and nodded.Soon, two massive specters appeared at his side and leaped into the abyss, corroding the iron of the chains.Terrified screams echoed from the depths. Trembling moans and ragged gasps filled the air.The clinking of
273. EMBOSCADA
NARRATORAs Sigrid and Silas passed through the hall where Lucrecia had first taken them, they witnessed the devastation left behind.They continued moving through the same dark corridors.Sigrid wasn’t feeling well; that treacherous stab wound still burned in her chest, but she didn’t want to worry Silas.Something kept her clinging tightly to him.The truth was, she was afraid. She squeezed his hand tightly when they reached the entrance.The statues marking the access point stood in the underground zone. The cold night breeze hit their faces through the enormous hole above their heads.Silas pulled her close by the waist, pressing a kiss to her forehead with overwhelming love, obsessed with always keeping her near his body.He was utterly surrendered to this woman—he only regretted not seeing her fully, revealing her true form.Enormous dark wings unfurled from his back like mist.He propelled himself into the heights, his Selenia always protected by his side.As they soared throug
274. A GIFT FROM YOUR LITTLE SISTER
NARRATORBut after only a few steps, Sigrid collapsed to her knees again. The sound of the forbidden chants forced their way into her mind through her ears.Where was it coming from? Damn it! BEHIND HER!Sigrid rolled, barely avoiding the treacherous sneak attack.Crouched low in the grass, she spotted her emerging from the dark shroud of the pines—it was that wretched Drusilla.She was the one filling the air with those curses that were driving Electra insane.Sigrid stumbled forward, trying to summon her magic, but when she cast a spell, it failed.It wasn’t that Drusilla was growing stronger—it was her.Sigrid was struggling more and more to maintain control over the body she had stolen.Drusilla held the Book of Risorgimento in her hands. She was reading that ancient spell from it, and Sigrid knew exactly what it was—she was trying to trap her inside Electra’s body.That was why she was losing the battle.And to make matters worse, Drusilla suddenly yanked on a chain she held in h
275. ESCAPING FROM THE SELENIAS
NARRATORRenata collapsed to the ground, unconscious, unable to withstand the explosion of so much dark energy.“RENATA!” Alessandre, watching from the shadows, shouted.They had told him not to interfere, that the two of them could handle the situation.But that man—damn it! That man was too powerful.He ran to his woman, and all the vampires and royal guards surrounding them, though fear clutched their hearts, emerged from the cover of the forest, shouting and ready to contain the two threats.The Selenia Queen lost focus for just a second when she lost her connection with her daughter.She watched in disbelief as the once-green forest floor had turned into some kind of dark water, like swamp sludge, like black tar, and within it, sinking rapidly, was that man, trapping the Selenia against his chest.“YOU WON’T ESCAPE ME SO EASILY!” She waved her hand in fury, sending hundreds of golden daggers flying straight at Silas.A massive specter suddenly emerged, shattering the last of the
276. SALVATION OR TRAP?
NARRATORMérida stepped out of the house, a lantern hanging from her old hands, and when she saw them in the state they were in—covered in wounds, dirt, and blood—her eyes widened in shock."For heaven's sake! What happened to you?" She rushed over to examine Sigrid.Her skin was burning hot, trembling, and drenched in sweat, her eyes shut tight as she endured excruciating pain, constantly battling against Electra."I need you to heal Sigrid with your herbs! HEAL HER NOW!" Silas roared uncontrollably, darkness cloaking him entirely, on the verge of breaking free from the restraints of his sanity.He was begging for help from an elemental healer when, with his own magic, he could heal wounds.But he knew he couldn’t keep her trapped inside Electra’s body.He didn’t know how to wield that kind of magic—he only knew destruction and combat. He wasn’t a real mage, nor did he possess such abilities."Calm down, calm down… Don’t feed her here, it’s too dangerous. It’s better to take her insi
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