The Prophecy's Pawn のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Kyara's POVThe wind whipped through my hair as I moved through the forest, the figure's words echoing every step I took. The first sign. Salvation and destruction. The truth churned within me like a storm attempting to break free, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to confront it.Darius and Victor stopped calling for me once I had left the crumbling ruins behind. I had slipped into the woods, moving faster than they could track. It was anger, not fear, that drove me—anger at the lies, the manipulations, and the sense of being nothing more than a pawn in a game I had not agreed to play.Return to the beginning.The words gnawed at me as my feet led me deeper into the woods, toward a spot I hadn't dared to return since the night my life was ripped apart. The night I lost Eric.The clearing appeared to be a small, secluded plot of land ringed by huge oak trees that appeared to lean in, guarding the mysteries hidden within. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, illumina

Kyara’s POVThe air became thicker with each step I made. Each blade of grass beneath my feet felt alive, speaking truths I wasn't prepared to hear. The man in front of me, wrapped in shadows as dark as night, oozed pure hate. However, the pendant in my grip pulsed with light, steadily and defiantly."What are you waiting for?" The figure taunted with a sinuous hiss. "Afraid the truth will break you, little Harbinger?"I clenched my teeth, pushing my panic to recede into the back of my mind. "You don't scare me," I murmured each word a pledge rather than a proclamation.The figure laughed softly, causing the ground to tremble and the trees to rattle. "You should be."A startling blur of motion disrupted my concentration: Darius surged forward, his wolf form rushing through the distance between us. He was quick, but the shadow moved faster. With a flick of its wrist, it sent him backward into the trunk of a large oak tree. He slumped with a loud groan, jerking but remaining motionless.

Kyara’s POVThe first sensation I felt was weightlessness. There was no earth under me or air around me, only an empty nothingness that seemed alive and beating like a pulse. My chest burned where the necklace had cracked, and the agony was nearly excruciating. Despite having nothing, I felt whole. It was as if the bits of me that had been strewn throughout my life were finally attempting to find their home.Then I heard his voice."Kyara?"It was Darius, raw and terrified as if he were calling from miles of unending darkness. His voice dragged me from the vacuum, like an anchor. The world blasted back into focus with a ferocity that made me gasp.I lay on the ground, my cheek pushed against the chilly soil. Shadows spread long and thin around me, twisting in unexpected directions. But it wasn't the darkness that scared me; it was the stillness. The screams, snarls, and even the whispering breeze had disappeared."Kyara!" Darius' voice jolted me out of my daze. His face emerged above

Kyara's POVThe silence was deafening. Victor's hand was a steadying weight on my arm, but it wasn't enough to calm the tempest within me. The guy with molten gold eyes remained still, his hand stretched toward me, demanding but unnervingly calm. His words rang in my head: if she does not attend, the decision will be made for her."Kyara," Victor said breathlessly, his fingers tightening around my arm. His voice was low and urgent. "Do not trust him. Whatever he offers is not free.""He's manipulating you," Darius hissed, moving closer. His body trembled as his wolf struggled to burst out, and his motions were barely controlled. "You do not need him to figure it out. We will defend you.But what will you protect me from? Myself? The weight in my chest seemed like it was spreading, like a firestorm confined behind the thin glass, ready to break at any time. The stranger's comments on balance and choices troubled me. Was I truly about to unleash something that would ruin everything I lo

Kyara's POVI awoke breathless, the weight of invisible bars on my chest. The battleground had vanished, leaving behind an emptiness that appeared to be alive—an abyss of changing shadows and flames that pulsed like a beating heart. Every breath burned, and every glint of light around me turned into something darker. I wasn't sure if I was standing or floating, but I could feel Victor and Darius. Their voices reverberated weakly, drowned out by the roaring inside me."You're awake," the golden-eyed lady murmured, moving out of the darkness with confidence. Her stare was harsher now, and her presence was tense with danger. "And just in time for the grand finale.""What did you do to me?" I gasped, holding my chest as the flames and shadows surged.Her chuckle sent shivers through me. "Me? Oh, little Harbinger, this isn't my fault. You are alone responsible for this disaster." She moved slowly around me, her words piercing harder with each step. "You're the storm, Kyara. You are both fi