Todos os capítulos de fate betrayal : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 132: The Scar’s True Purpose Darius's POV The chamber felt like it was collapsing under the weight of Veyron’s power. Every breath was labored, every movement an exertion. Veyron stood before us, radiating dark energy, his body now more spirit than flesh. His transformation into something godlike was nearly complete, and the Moon Goddess’s half-formed apparition flickered in the air, barely holding together. Aria stood by my side, her silver aura glowing faintly as she prepared for the next assault. Killian was on her other side, a silent but fierce protector. But I could feel it—the despair creeping into our ranks. Veyron was too strong, and our strength was waning. Then, it happened. A searing pain shot through my chest, straight to the scar that had haunted me for years. I stumbled, clutching at it as it burned with a heat so intense I thought it might consume me. Aria turned, panic etched on her face. “Darius! What’s happening?” she cried, her hands reaching out

Chapter 134: The Bond’s Sacrifice Aria’s POV The artifact loomed before us, an ominous beacon of malevolence pulsing with dark energy. Its glow seemed to mock us, each pulse growing stronger, feeding on the chaos around it. Killian had managed to uncover its protective wards, but now the real task fell to me. My hand trembled as I reached for Darius, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm. His breathing was labored, his skin pale from the toll of battle and the cursed scar that had nearly consumed him. Yet his eyes were sharp, locked on the artifact with the same fierce determination that had kept us alive this long. “This is it,” I said, my voice shaking but resolute. “The bond is our only way to reach its core.” Darius nodded, his jaw tightening. “It’ll take everything we have. Are you ready for that?” I wasn’t. Not entirely. But there was no other choice. Veyron’s plan was accelerating, and if we didn’t stop this now, the consequences would be irreversible. “I’m ready,

Chapter 136: The Strength of Choice Aria’s POV The blade shimmered in the air above us, its edges glowing with the brilliance of the Moon Goddess’s power. I felt its pull deep in my soul—a magnetic force that demanded submission, a whisper of destiny that told me to seize it and fulfill the prophecy. But I hesitated. Veyron’s mocking laughter echoed through the chamber, his dark presence suffocating as he stepped closer. “Do you feel it, Aria? That is fate calling to you. Take the blade, and everything will end. Isn’t that what you want?” I stared at the weapon, my heart hammering in my chest. The memory of my death still burned in my mind, vivid and raw. Darius’s betrayal—or what I had thought was betrayal—played over and over like a haunting melody. But beneath the pain, something else stirred. This wasn’t just about me. This wasn’t about fate or prophecy. This was about choice. --- I turned to face Veyron, his eyes gleaming with triumph. He thought he had won, that I was n

Chapter 138: The Curse Unleashed Veyron’s POV The darkness around me recoiled as the blade shattered, its energy spiraling out of control and ripping through the fabric of the chamber. I staggered, the force of the explosion searing through my body, but I clung to the power I had siphoned from the artifact before it fractured. Aria’s foolish defiance had cost me the blade, but it hadn’t cost me the war. No, her stubborn will to defy fate had given me the perfect weapon. The packs. Their fragile alliance. Their dependency on ancient systems designed to tether them to a predictable cycle. If I couldn’t rule them, I would destroy them. --- Pain throbbed through my chest as I stumbled through the wreckage, my magic spiraling wildly, struggling to coalesce after the artifact’s destruction. My connection to the rogue packs was fractured, but it wasn’t broken. I still had my second weapon—the curse. It had been a contingency, a tool I never thought I’d need to unleash in its full form

Chapter 140: Severed Threads Aria’s POV The chamber trembled beneath my feet as the energy in the air reached a fever pitch. Veyron loomed in the center of the swirling chaos, his shadowy figure almost godlike, radiating malice and power. His dark eyes burned into mine, as if daring me to take the next step. “You think you can win this, Aria?” His voice was a cold sneer, laced with cruelty. “You’ve been running on borrowed time since the moment you were reborn.” I gripped the hilt of my dagger, its blade glowing faintly with the magic Darius and Killian had infused into it. My body ached, my soul felt frayed, but I couldn’t falter. Not now. Not when the lives of everyone I cared for hung in the balance. “Borrowed time or not, I’ll make it count,” I spat, stepping closer. Veyron laughed, the sound reverberating through the room like a death knell. “Brave words for someone who doesn’t even know what she’s fighting for.” “I’m fighting for freedom,” I said, the words cutting through