Lahat ng Kabanata ng Court Of Sins And Twilight: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

PLAYLIST FOR THE CHAPTER= Grow again by AbileneMAERWYNN POVI have never felt such an eerie calm in my life.We stood shoulder to shoulder near the shimmering veil of the barrier, waiting to cross into Kyante’s world. From this side, there was nothing—just a blank stretch of space, like someone had painted the air with fog and silence. A void.But then Valen stepped forward.He pressed a hand to the surface, and the barrier responded—shimmering gold and orange, the glow fanning out like a ripple before fading into stillness once again.“We’re here,” he said, his voice tight, a frown pulling at his brows. He let his hand drop and stepped back. “We don’t know what lies on the other side. What awaits us.”My pulse hammered so loud I was sure someone could hear it. I kept whispering to myself—You’ve got this. You’ve faced hell. This is no different. But this didn’t feel like the hell I’d survived before. This felt worse. Like it was layered with the unknown, with ancient danger waiting t

MAERWYNN POVThe moment my boot hit dry stone, I could’ve wept.After what felt like an endless crawl through cold, ankle-deep filth, we’d finally reached solid ground. The sewer tunnel ended in a small, domed chamber, its air stale but mercifully dry. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath, when Lira lifted one palm, flicking her fingers with a little grunt.Thin threads of water began peeling away from our soaked clothes, spiraling into a suspended ball of moisture hovering in the air. She snapped her fingers, and it dispersed into mist.“Better,” she said, brushing her damp hair out of her face.We all turned.To a single iron door stood carved into the stone, edges rimmed with faint runes, old and rust-streaked.“This is it,” Lira said, her voice low.Weapons were drawn with the soft hiss of steel and enchanted blades. Even the air seemed tense, expectant. Valen reached for the door, placing his palm on the old, cold iron and slowly easing it open. A sliver of hallway emerg

MAERWYNN POVValen held my hand as we walked down the dim corridor. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, calm and steady, like he could quiet the hurricane inside me with just that.Rhaenan followed closely behind us, wings slightly raised, sword in hand. Every step we took echoed with a warning. The air here was different. Tense and adangerous.I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified to the hilt. My palms were slick, every heartbeat sharp and loud in my ears. Valen felt it.“Let me in,” he said softly.I nodded once and dropped the barrier in my mind.We need to be able to speak in there. He saysI know.I’ve got you. He assured me.Just as we reached a tall crimson door, it burst open.A dozen soldiers—pale-skinned and not quite alive—stormed in, eyes vacant, movements stiff and unnatural. Their armor clanked as they raised their weapons.Valen and Rhaenan surged forward without hesitation.Steel met steel with the ring of death. Sparks flew as Valen parried and twisted, cutting on

MAERWYNN POVBaelorin’s grip on me tightened again, my arms still bound behind my back. I tried to call on the Aether, tried to summon even a flicker—but nothing answered.No light.No warmth.Just fear. Just the seething, hissing broth below.My gaze snapped to Valen—his chest rising, his hands trembling at his sides. His whole world hung by a thread.“Let her go,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “Let her go, and let us reason. As we once did. As brothers.”Baelorin’s laugh was bitter. “Too late for that, don’t you think?”He shifted me an inch closer to the edge.The smell of the broth burned in my nose—rot, ash, decay.“Baelorin,” Kyante snapped from the lower level. “This was not the deal.”Her eyes were locked on me now. Hungry. Furious.“If the Aether is blackened. She’s useless to me.”Baelorin chuckled darkly. “Exactly. Which means this whole mess is a waste unless you give me what you promised. So I’ll ask again—where the fuck is my sister, Kyante? No riddles. No errands. No ga

EDINA POVI feel different.My skin is smoother, silkier. Still mine… but fairer. Sharper.I don’t know how long I was out after that green-eyed idiot knocked me unconscious, but when I wake, it feels like I’ve slept for a century. There’s no ache in my limbs, no soreness from the chains, the pins, the torture Kyante put me through.Just memory. Sharp. Raw.The thought of it burns in my chest.What I endured.What I’ve become.I lift my hands, watching my fingers move like they don’t quite belong to me. Thinner. Pale. Elegant. I touch my face, half-expecting scales or something grotesque—but instead, my fingertips graze the sharp curve of my ears.Pointed.My heart stops.I look around and realize I’m not in Kyante’s lair anymore. I'm in a room—large, open, regal. A king-sized bed behind me draped in pale satin. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast soft light across polished marble.It’s too beautiful. Too calm.I jolt upright.The next second, I’m standing at the dresser across the room.Pa