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The deeper we went, the more corrupted they became—monsters that had no names, with too many eyes and flesh that shimmered between forms. Abominations birthed from the rift itself. The deeper we went, the hotter the air grew, charged with the scent of brimstone and decay. Stones floated mid-air, defying gravity. Rivers ran backward.And still, the mana stones glittered all around us, embedded in the rocks like pulsing hearts—blues, reds, purples, each humming with stolen power. Damian broke a few free, stuffing them into his satchel.“They’re reacting,” I breathed.“To your magic,” he said. “To you.”Then it came.The beast of the rift.It erupted from beneath a collapsed ridge—a monstrous thing of molten scales, serpentine and massive, its horns scraping the jagged cliffside. Its eyes burned bright as twin suns, and in its chest, a glowing lump—a magic stone the size of a knight’s shield—pulsed like a heartbeat.It opened its jaws and roared.My legs nearly gave out. It sounded like
Reborn: The Duke’s Unbothered Villainess Chapter 77
For a long moment, I stared at the flickering spell runes on the wall—then at Damian.“So what do we do?” I whispered, hating the tremble in my voice.“We leave in the morning,” he said. “We head for the Blackfang Rift.”My eyes widened. “That’s... days away.”“I know. But the last scout returned half-dead, speaking of a massive beast guarding a core—a magic stone unlike anything we’ve seen. Enough to heal my father. And maybe, enough to fight back.”I nodded slowly, the weight of my father’s betrayal and the coming war sinking like cold iron into my bones. “Then I’m coming.”Damian gave me a sharp look. “Are you sure?”“You just said someone wants me dead. I’d rather not wait for them to knock politely.”Three days later, we rode under storm-heavy skies.Our caravan was small—two supply carts, half a dozen knights sworn to Damian, and Norma riding beside me with her usual no-nonsense expression. Annabelle had packed dried soup sachets and warm bread for the journey, insisting I eat e
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Back at the capital – the storm still hadn’t stopped.From the northern tower, far from the warmth of the Queen’s wing or the safety of the Prince’s quarters, a palace guard watched the lightning strike across the hilltops. He adjusted his soaked helmet and blinked at a flicker he thought he saw far in the distance.Torches.Moving torches.Through the trees.He leaned forward but the rain blinded him. Still, his gut tightened.“Something’s coming,” he muttered, just as the thunder cracked again.But no one would hear him.Not yet.And by the time they did…The trap would already be closing.*****Abby’s POV – “Betrayal and Beasts”I hadn’t slept in days.The scent of old parchment, scorched herbs, and dried roses filled my chamber—an unsettling blend of magic and memory. Scrolls were strewn across the table like the aftermath of a storm, and the crystal basin beside me glowed faintly with residual magic from my last summoning attempt. I was chasing a theory, a dangerous one, but perh
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THE SOUTHERN ALLIANCE – A STORM IN THE SHADOWSThe rain came down like a curtain of needles, veiling the outskirts of the capital in a thick gray gloom. The cobblestone path leading to the old hunting lodge was nearly swallowed by overgrowth and mud, as if the land itself had tried to forget the structure still stood. It was far from the polished marble of the court, hidden deep within the forested hills near the southern border—a place of old blood, older grudges, and secrets that festered like rot.Inside, the air was warm with firelight and heavy with the scent of wet fur, damp wool, and sour wine. The stone walls sweated with the storm outside, and the wooden beams overhead creaked like the bones of a dying beast. A single iron chandelier cast swaying shadows across the long table at the center of the room.Seated at that table were men who had once held honor.Now, they held daggers behind smiles.Duke Edmond of the Southern Kingdom lounged in his chair, his silver-ringed fingers
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I had given her space. Time. But tonight—tonight it ached.Outside, the thunder cracked again—sharper, louder. A warning.I lifted my glass to the firelight, watching the wine catch the flame like blood. The kingdom was trembling. The Rift pulsed like a living wound. The Council doubted me. And the one woman I loved may never look at me the way I look at her.But tomorrow… I would still fight.For the kingdom.For my people.And—gods forgive me—for her. Even if it meant protecting her heart, while knowing it may never belong to me.I closed my eyes and whispered to the night, “Please… come back to me.”The fire snapped, thunder roared, and outside the window, the snow kept falling.The next morning, I dressed in silence.The storm had passed, but the cold lingered, seeping into the palace walls and into my skin like dread. I wore black. Not for mourning—but because it suited the mood of the court lately. Everyone pretended, but no one was at ease.I made my way to the Queen’s private
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Few days later Location: Abby’s Mansion, My Room | Weather: Cold rain tapping on the glass, the scent of ginger soup lingering in the air.I’m home.Or whatever this mansion has become after everything. A place with warmth, sure. But not peace. Not anymore.Norma and Anita practically tucked me in like a child when I arrived—fretting over my drenched cloak, scolding the Prince’s guards for not warning them sooner. Annabel shoved soup into my hands with this look like she might cry if I didn’t eat every spoonful.I love them. I needed them.But now, I’m alone again. There’s rain against the window, and the smell of jasmine tea curls like a ghost around my desk. I should rest. But instead, I write. Because if I don’t, I think I might drown in the silence.Things I know for sure:The Rift resets after midnight. Every beast, every wound, every second of battle—it loops like a cursed dream. We’re stuck in a punishment with no exit.Alaric is alive. Even if no one else believes me.Even i
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