Semua Bab MAD END'S DECEPTION: Bab 271 - Bab 280

ARAHBy this time, Father had been promoted to general. And it meant Araheen was now the daughter of the most powerful figure in sylph society. This didn’t surprise Arah, for Father had always carried a commanding presence. Authority clung to him like armor.What she didn’t expect… was to see herself included in a high-level military council. She wasn’t really at the center of the discussion. She was merely standing at the back, alongside other sylphs around her age, all of whom likely held important positions as well.Still, it was a striking contrast to the days when Young Araheen had to hide behind walls just to eavesdrop on conversations like these.“The poison mist we released in the eastern region failed to deliver its intended result,” said Lord Erminius, seated beside her father. “The salamanders seem to have developed an even greater resistance.”“At this rate, the weapon we’ve invested years into will become obsolete,” an

ARAHShe saw Araheen standing at the crest of a hill, her gaze locked on the chaos unfolding below. Flames licked the edges of the camps, casting a flickering, sinister glow across the steppe surrounding the garrison. The night air pulsed with the thrum of magic and the heavy scent of scorched earth and churned soil.A few feet away, two eagles perched in silence. Their wings fluttered now and then, breaking the stillness with soft, sharp screeches. Their calm presence was a contrast to the violence echoing across the plains—clashing steel, whistling arrows, and the guttural roars of warriors locked in combat.Arah could feel it all. The spirit of the battle was seeping into her skin, winding through her chest, curling tightly around her gut.They were on a battlefield. The salamanders and sylphs were fighting.Araheen wasn’t here alone.A male sylph sat on a tree stump nearby, calmly polishing his longsword. His dark blue h

GILDEONHe ignited his dragon sight, and the mark flared in a brilliant blue glow. The true Resurrection Sigil—real, alive, working before his eyes. For a moment, he could hardly believe it.His gaze lifted to Arah. Determination and desperation etched her face. She hadn’t regained all her memories—he was sure of that—but something had returned. Enough to unlock this buried knowledge and wield her power again.He needed to know how much she remembered. The warrior in him urged caution. All he knew of her past was that she was a powerful sigilmaker.Which had turned out not to be a rumor at all. Arah had proven it on multiple occasions. Until now, he still couldn’t believe she had slain both Zylas in dragon form and Drusden.An ordinary sylph wouldn’t have been able to do that.So now, watching her true sigilmaking in action, he couldn’t help but wonder:What if Arah reverted t

GILDEONShock rippled through his chest. A memory seized him—the young sylph girl cloaked in black, scarf drawn high. The girl whose life he’d saved. The girl whose heart he’d shattered with a single lie.He stared at Arah, studying every detail of her face. His gaze lingered on her eyes—those same fierce blue eyes. All this time… how had he not seen it?He also wondered why Ghulik hadn’t recognized her scent. Then it struck him that Ghulik and the sylph girl hadn’t shared the same space for long in the first place. And the first time they had, Arah had been kept inside a crate marked with a sigil that masked her scent. It was also possible that time and newfound power had altered her scent entirely.Back at the Mad End’s Wall, Gildeon hadn’t cared about Arah’s past. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, she had only been the sigilmaker his army sought. She’d been the solution to their dwindling numbers.And to him—she was the

GILDEONHe saw Ghulik collapse in his second form, falling between Yadira and Eitan. His massive body had been scorched. Slowly, he shrank back to his goblin size, his aura flickering weakly.Looking at him in this battered state, it was clear he had burned through every ounce of power shielding the salamanders from cosmic fire as they passed through a portal out of Shamibar. But even his strength hadn’t been enough. All three of them bore the damage.Gildeon turned briefly to Arah. “Prepare the room for them. I’ll need a bed for Ghulik, too.”She nodded without hesitation and rushed back to the house. He shifted into dragon form and gathered all three of them—Yadira and Eitan draped over each shoulder while he cradled Ghulik in his arms.Inside, he laid Yadira and Eitan carefully on his bed. Then he placed Ghulik in the makeshift nest of cushions and blankets Arah had prepared in the corner of the roo