บททั้งหมดของ The Prophecy's Pawn: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Kyara’s POVThe stillness that followed the foreboding voice was oppressive, crushing down on us like a leaden weight. Eric's palm curled over mine, his warmth grounding me amid the craziness racing about in my head. My heart was still pounding, and the recollection of the darkness—*her*—resounded in my chest like an echo."Did you hear that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. It seemed too loud against the suffocating calm.Eric nodded, his jaw firm, and the slightest muscle ticked with stress. "Yes, I overheard it. "We are not alone."The words sent shivers down my spine. I looked down at the blazing imprint on my palm, the faint golden light throbbing in sync with my heartbeat. It was soothing and unsettling, as if it were living, responding to my dread and resolve in equal measure."What does it mean?" I inquired, lifting my hand to examine the exquisite artwork engraved into my flesh. It resembled a rune, the lines delicate yet impossibly sharp, glowing faintly with an energy I c

Kyara's POVThe cold, oppressive blackness of the tunnel engulfed me whole as Eric’s hold tightened on my wrist. We fled, the earthquakes underneath us threatening to tear the ground in two. Every step we made felt fruitless, as the beast's scream grew louder, closer, and hungrier."Faster, Kyara!" Eric growled, his voice loud and urgent."I'm trying!" I sighed, my lungs burning with every single breath. My legs screamed in agony, but I persisted, my attention fixed solely on the ground in front of me. The tunnel walls began to collapse, sending sharp pieces of stone dropping dangerously near.Behind us, the guttural scream pierced the air once more, echoing through my chest like a creature marking its prey. I looked over my shoulder and instantly regretted it. The black figure was no longer a shadow; it had assumed shape. Hulking, gigantic, with golden eyes that shine like twin suns. Its claws scratched across the stone, causing sparks to fly as it chased us fiercely."Eric, what is

Kyara's POVThe passageway was oppressive, the air heavy with dust and strain. My heart raced in my ears as Eric stood alongside me, his hold on my arm hard yet kind. The tiny illumination of the mark on my palm lit the jagged walls, creating spooky, flickering shadows.Victor's laughter reverberated in the back of my consciousness, a terrifying reminder of how deeply his claws had dug into my fate. But, more than dread, it sparked something sharper in me: rage. I clenched my hands, the warmth of the light throbbing from the mark as if it recognized my determination.Eric winced and leaned slightly against the wall as we walked. His breathing was shallow, and despite his best efforts to hide it, the misery was visible all over his face."You're pushing yourself too hard," I said, breaking the long stillness.He grinned faintly without looking at me. "I've been through worse.""Stop saying that like it makes it okay," I yelled, pausing in my tracks. "You are not invincible, Eric. You a

Kyara’s POVThe wild creatures moved forward, their low growls echoing off the jagged walls of the ruins. The golden glimmer of their eyes pierced through the murky chamber, fastening on us with predatory purpose. My heart pounded against my ribs as the impulse to fight—or flee—raged within me. Eric adjusted his weight beside me, holding his bleeding sword steady despite his strained breathing."We can't take on three of them," I said quietly, barely audible.Eric did not glance at me. His attention was focused on the oncoming beasts. "We don't have a choice," he said, his voice firm.The monsters drew closer, their enormous bodies rippling with muscle. Their claws scratched over the stone floor, a stark reminder of how dangerous they were. Nonetheless, my gaze kept returning to the mark on my palm—or, more specifically, its absence.It was gone.The light, strength, and connection had disappeared without a trace, leaving me feeling naked and completely defenseless."Kyara," Eric stat

Kyara's POVThe cries sliced through the darkness like shards of ice. Each one felt closer, sharper, and filled with the excitement of a chase. My pulse pounded in my chest as Eric shifted his posture in front of me, his bruised body coiled with tension. The moonlight reflected off his bleeding blade, putting an ethereal sheen over his terrible countenance."We can't outrun them," he said quietly but confidently.I came up beside him, my attention drawn to the forest's shadows, where the golden eyes waited, watching and teasing. "Then we don't run," I said quickly before I could overthink it.Eric looked at me, astonishment flashing in his dark eyes. "You are crazy, you know that?""You're just figuring that out?" I said, trying to smile despite the horror twisting in my belly.But his expression did not soften. His jaw tightened, and his knuckles whitened on the hilt of his sword. "Kyara, they are not simply monsters. They're trackers and murderers. "They won't stop until they get ou