Lahat ng Kabanata ng Elixir: Fated To The Three Alpha : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Elixir’s POVI could hear my name in the heavy silence. But it didn’t feel like a call or a plea. It felt like a claim. I gasped. My chest felt tight, like invisible hands were squeezing my ribs. My knees scraped against the rough ground. The cold seeped into my skin, but I was frozen. I couldn’t breathe. Not with it staring at me. It came from the rift. It looked just like me. Lucian had a firm grip on my arm. I felt him holding me back. Or maybe he was holding himself back. I could feel his heart racing against my skin. “Elixir, look at me.” His voice cut through the chaos in my head. I turned my gaze away from the thing that looked like me. Lucian’s blue eyes were fixed on mine, filled with urgency. “We need to go. Now.” The crack in the ground grew wider with a low growl. The air felt heavy, making my bones ache. But that thing—my other—just smiled. “Running?” it said, tilting its head. “That’s not what you do, is it?” Then something else appeared behind it. It

Elixir's POVLucian’s grip on my shoulders was steady, but the storm in his eyes betrayed him. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Because we all felt it. Even though the entity had shattered into nothing, the air was still wrong. The silence was too thick, too absolute. It wrapped around us like a noose, pressing in from all sides. Soren staggered to his feet, rubbing his face. “Tell me that’s over,” he muttered. Ewen let out a long breath, gripping his sword like it was the only thing keeping him standing. “We need to leave. Now.” I knew he was right, but something in me hesitated. My pulse pounded in my ears, an uneasy rhythm I couldn’t ignore. Something was still here. Lucian turned to me, his fingers brushing my arm. “Elixir?” His voice was low, careful. I swallowed hard and looked past him. The crack in the ground—the one the entity had crawled from—was still there. Only now, it wasn’t just a fracture in the earth. It was

Elixir’s POV The air inside the ruins was heavier than before. Not just thick with dust, but with something unseen, something crawling beneath my skin. I had felt this presence before. It wasn’t just a memory, nor was it an illusion. It was real. Lucian’s fingers tightened around my wrist, his silent way of telling me to stop, to think before I took another step. But I couldn’t. The pull inside me was stronger than my fear. I had to know. I pressed my palm against the door. The air split the second my flesh hit the stone, and a deep crack rippled through the chamber, bringing to life the dormant marks. The brightness was blinding, pouring into my fingertips and spreading up my veins like molten fire.The door moved. Lucian yanked me back just as the slabs of black stone groaned and slid apart. A rush of cold air spilled from the darkness beyond, thick with the scent of something ancient, something that had been waiting. Soren and Ewen flanked us, weapons drawn, their ey

Lucian’s POV The name still echoed in my mind. Veylan. It wasn’t possible. It shouldn’t have been possible. Yet Elixir had seen him. Heard him. And that meant we were standing at the edge of something far worse than we had imagined. We moved quickly through the crumbling temple ruins, our steps echoing in the eerie silence. The torches lining the walls flickered as though disturbed by an unseen force, casting long, twisting shadows that stretched unnaturally across the ground. I kept Elixir close, my hand hovering near the blade at my hip. She was silent now, her expression unreadable. But I could see the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She was unraveling. “Elixir,” I said quietly, slowing my pace just enough to walk beside her. “Talk to me.” She didn’t look at me. “There’s nothing to say.” I exhaled sharply. “You just told us that a *dead man* is alive. A man we buried. A man who shouldn’t even exist anymore. That’s not noth

Lucian’s POV The darkness was unbearable. Not the kind where your eyes adjusted, where shadows took shape, and flickering torchlight could carve through the black. This was something else. Something alive. A suffocating void that swallowed even the thought of escape. I couldn’t see Elixir. Couldn’t hear Soren or Ewen. But I felt him. Veylan. His presence seeped into the air, thick and cloying, curling like smoke in my lungs. The laughter from before had stopped. Now, only silence remained. A silence that pressed in on all sides, so heavy it felt like the temple itself had closed its mouth around us. Then- A whisper. Low, right at my ear. "You should have buried me deeper." Ice shot through my veins. My grip on my sword tightened, the leather-wrapped hilt digging into my palm. My body screamed at me to move, to strike, but there was nothing to strike. Another whisper. "You think your blade can stop me?" This time, I felt breath against my skin. I swung. Th