His Hunger, My Curse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

The tunnels twisted into endless darkness, the air thick with something watching. Lena ran, the glow of the ancient runes still imprinted behind her eyes, pulsing in time with the Rift’s mark inside her.She wasn’t just feeling its presence anymore.She was hearing it.You are chosen.The words weren’t spoken aloud. They curled into her mind like smoke, slipping through the cracks of her consciousness.Ronan cast a glance her way, his pace never faltering. “You okay?”Lena clenched her jaw. Lie. “Fine.”He didn’t look convinced, but before he could press further, Cassian held up a hand, signaling them to stop.The tunnel had widened into a cavernous chamber, its ceiling lost to darkness. The air smelled different here—damp stone mixed with something older, something untouched by time.Lena’s pulse thrummed as she stepped forward. Familiar.Cassian scanned the area, his blade still drawn. “This wasn’t on the maps.”Ronan frowned. “Then where the hell are we?”Lena exhaled. “A crossing.

Lena’s body trembled as the cavern pulsed, a heartbeat not her own thrumming through the stone. The thing in the mist—ancient, formless, watching—was more than just the Rift-King. This presence was older, deeper. The Rift itself had awakened. Cassian was the first to move. He grabbed Lena’s arm, yanking her backward. “We need to run. Now.” Ronan was already in motion, his sword drawn, eyes burning with fury. “Lena, stay with me.” But Lena couldn’t move. The mist curled around her, whispering—Stay. Listen. Become. Something inside her responded. A pulse of power, not stolen, not borrowed—hers. And the Rift knew it. The figure in the mist took another step forward. It had no face, no solid form, but Lena could feel its attention settling over her like a second skin. You feel it, don’t you? Her breath hitched. She did. Power. Raw, endless, terrifying. It wanted her to take it. To accept it. To become it. Ronan’s voice cut through the haze. “Lena—fight it.” She clenched h

Lena exhaled, steadying herself as the cavern pulsed with anticipation. The Herald stood motionless, hand still outstretched, its offer tangible in the air. The Rift’s power thrummed beneath her skin, no longer just a whisper but a steady, insistent call.This was the moment.She reached forward—then clenched her fist, drawing her hand back. “No,” she said, her voice stronger than she expected.The Herald’s expression didn’t falter, but the cavern trembled in response. “You refuse?” it asked, tilting its head.Ronan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, but his stance remained guarded. Cassian edged closer, his eyes never leaving the Herald.Lena swallowed hard. “I’m not a pawn in whatever game the Rift is playing.”The Herald regarded her with something that almost resembled amusement. “A pawn? No, Riftborn. You were never a mere piece. You were meant to be the one who shapes the board.”The cavern walls pulsed again, and the Rift’s energy surged forward like a wave.Le

The cavern trembled as the Rift’s energy expanded outward, swallowing the air, pressing against Lena’s skin with a force so dense it was almost suffocating.The King stepped forward.He wasn’t like the mindless creatures that had come before. He wasn’t grotesque or malformed.He was whole.His form was cloaked in shadows that moved like living smoke, shifting around him in slow, deliberate waves. Beneath the darkness, glimpses of something ancient and inhuman flickered—jagged obsidian armor, silvered veins pulsing with Rift energy, a face that was too sharp, too perfect, too unnatural to belong to anything mortal.His eyes—twin voids of fire and stars—settled on Lena, and the cavern dimmed, as if the very world was bracing for what came next.A voice, low and endless, rumbled through the chamber."You are the one."Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears. Her Riftfire reacted violently to his presence, rising in defense or recognition—she wasn’t sure which.But she forced herself to stand he

The cavern still hummed with the remnants of Lena’s power, the air thick with the scent of scorched flesh and magic. The Riftfire coiled around her fingers like a living thing—no longer wild, no longer resisting. It had chosen her. Lena’s breath came in ragged pulls, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn’t just standing in the aftermath of battle; she was standing at the edge of something irreversible. She could feel it. The Rift’s presence, no longer just a force that haunted her, but a part of her. Her. Cassian took a hesitant step forward, his daggers still in hand, though his grip had loosened. “Lena… what the hell was that?” Lena swallowed hard, but the words tangled in her throat. She didn’t know how to answer. Because she didn’t fully understand it herself. Ronan was watching her closely, his jaw clenched. His sword was sheathed, but his stance hadn’t relaxed. “Your fire—” He cut himself off, then exhaled sharply. “It’s different.” Lena flexed her fingers, st