Todos los capítulos de MAD END'S DECEPTION: Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

GILDEONHe’d dropped his guard.He hated admitting it, but there had been plenty of times Old Man had slipped past his defenses over the years—appearing out of nowhere, catching him off balance, reminding him who had trained him in the first place. Usually, Gildeon only realized it when it was already too late.This time was different.Not just because half of his mind was still locked on Arah—on her safety, on her pulse in the distance—but because Commander Haemos felt heavier, meaner, more dangerous than anything Gildeon remembered.Salamanders didn’t bleed aura like other beings. One could only see their true level in battle. But Gildeon carried a dragon spirit. Just standing this close, it could taste Haemos’s threat level like metal on the tongue.This version of Old Man was more formidable than the one he’d sparred with before.“You had me fooled, little bastard,” Haemos rasped, lips peeling back from his beast’

GILDEONHis senses cut out before the rest of Haemos’s words could register.Everything collapsed into a heavy, smothering silence. Then, feeling bled away from his body, leaving him hanging on the edge of nothing with only one clear sensation: something hooked deep into his core and started dragging his spirit out of him.Was he dying?No. He refused. He hadn’t clawed his way through centuries of war just to let it end like this, pinned on some cursed weapon while Arah was still out there. She needed him. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t give her up to anyone.But wanting to fight and being able to fight were two different things.Seconds slipped by. Pain had flattened into a distant, throbbing awareness somewhere below his ribs, where the three-tined spear had run him through, but it felt far away, like it belonged to someone else.Then a voice cut through the dark.“My Lord?”Roselia.The name

GILDEONHis eyes sharpened as the sylph warriors cut through the chaos in a deadly rhythm. Blades flashed in clean arcs, cleaving through salamander flesh as if they were nothing but shadows.Every scream, every spray of blood hit a part of him trained to jump in, to protect his own. Old instincts, carved into him by years of command and war, twitched through his muscles, urging him to lunge into the fray on his people’s side.He almost did.But then his gaze snapped to Arah, still locked in Spior’s spiked black tail, her body wrenched and pinned, jaw clamped shut by bone and scale. Pain burned through her aura like cracks in glass. That sight nailed him in place harder than any weapon.He could stand there and let the sylphs finish what he had started. Let them wipe out the former comrades who had just tried to kill him and take Arah. It would’ve been easy.But watching the sylphs butcher salamanders while he did nothing tw

GILDEON“My Lord, this was all part of their plan. The sylphs.”“It’s time to wake up now, Commander Araheen.”“Thanks to you, the strongest commander of the salamander army is no longer a threat to us.”“Sleep, Gildeon the Dragon. We are taking you back with us to Shamibar.”Those voices circled the dark like a pack of predators, tearing into whatever was left of his consciousness. They hammered the inside of his skull, one line after another, until the last command ripped through the void and snapped something loose in him.One name burst out of his chest.“Arah!” His eyes flew open.Air tore into his lungs in jagged pulls, as if he’d been drowning for hours and someone had dragged him up just long enough to watch him choke.Every muscle burned. Every joint felt like it had been ground against st

ARAHEENShe stood before the High Council, hands at ease behind her back, her gaze fixed on General Lothair seated in the central high chair. She had finished reporting about everything that had happened on Earthland, and though the chamber hummed with the rustle of robes and low voices, her father had not spoken a single word.“You have done excellent work, young Commander,” Lord Erminius declared, satisfaction softening the planes of his weathered face. “My clan is honored that you are espoused to my son, Feviel.”Araheen inclined her head in a measured bow. “Your son was instrumental to this mission’s success, Lord Erminius.” She shifted her gaze just enough to acknowledge Feviel standing a respectful distance behind her. “We wouldn’t have executed our plan so flawlessly without his help… and his protection of me.”Murmurs of assent circled the golden table.&ldq