Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Fate: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The first orb was high in the morning sky. Seth was still stirring, not fully awake. "Gi-Gi?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Why are you in my room?" He paused, noticing her unease. "Is everything okay?" "Yes and no," she replied softly, settling on the foot of his bed. She crossed her legs, smoothing the folds of her robes, buying herself time to choose her words. Turning her head slightly away, she spoke. "How attached are you to that?" She didn’t turn back around—she just waited. Seth, half-awake, instinctively twirled the chain around his neck, fingers brushing over the rings. “Oh—this? You mean the rings? Well…” His cheeks colored. He hadn't realized she’d noticed how often he fidgeted with it. "Attached? I guess… since Tamera’s been missing, I’ve just… I keep it close. It reminds me of her." His voice dropped as he looked down at the necklace, then back up. “Grandmother… what is this about?” "Do you mind if I hold it for a while?" she asked gently. “I p

Charlene buried her face in her dad’s shoulder, sobbing. Her body shook with the weight of her grief. Seth held her, torn between his need to comfort her and the ache he carried for the woman lying still before them.He knew why she was like this. He knew what she had done.She had sacrificed herself… for his love."Dad..." Charlene’s voice cracked. "Will she ever wake up?" She sniffled. "It’s been two days now."Her eyes were swollen, skin raw from crying. She looked so young in that moment, so helpless.The First Spear—her grandmother, Destiny—had exhausted nearly all of her energy fighting back the hordes of demons. She had pushed her limits far beyond what was safe for her kind. And now… she hovered between form and spirit, barely holding herself together.She had something to say—something important—but the words were lost to her failing strength. Even keeping her current form was a burden too g

Seth stood watching his wife. What is this woman doing? he thought. Tamera was scanning the monitor, flipping through recent relays, searching for maps, trying to figure out where they were. All she knew was that they were in a cave... and there was sand everywhere. “Darn it!” she hissed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Where are we? There’s gotta be some kind of map, some kind of coordinates...” Seth cleared his throat. “Tamera, what are you doing?” “Trying to learn how to work the screen, darling,” she lied—boldly. And he knew it. “In the war room?” he asked with a smirk. “I can help you with anything you need.” “That’s okay.” She forced a brittle smile onto her face. “Why don’t we go into our room?” His voice dropped, low and coaxing. “There are screens in there... and we can have some alone time.”

Charlene ran full speed from the dunes into the mouth of the cave, sand clinging to her boots, heart thudding like a war drum in her chest. She didn’t stop until her legs gave out. She collapsed to her knees, panting heavily, struggling to form words. “Torrock… is… behind… the demon—Mom!” she gasped. Seth knelt beside her, concern darkening his eyes. He gently pulled out a chair. “Easy, Princess. Catch your breath. Start from the beginning.” Charlene nodded, breathing in shallow spurts as she steadied herself. “He’s building something. A new army. The woman who pretended to be Mom—she was just the start.” Seth’s brows tightened, but it was Argun who reacted first. Seth looked at him sharply. “Argun, we need you.” A shimmer lit the air and a portal opened. Argun stepped through, eyes scanning the room. “Yes?” Seth stepped forward. “Tell us what you know about demons—anything that

Destiny stepped out of the crater feeling better than she had in centuries. The scorched wind swirled around her, dancing over skin that pulsed with divinity. She knelt, fingers sifting through the hot desert sands. She knew them—each grain, each breath of wind, every living soul that walked this realm. And yet… something was wrong. A chill crept up her spine. Something cloaked its presence from her. She couldn't see it, couldn't trace it. She closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind's eye—searching the threads of every soul, every breath, every whisper. Nothing. Whatever it was… it was dark. And soulless. She turned her gaze toward the void and spoke, her voice laced with power. "You do not belong here." "You are not one of mine." "How did you come to be here?" A voice echoed back from the darkness, smooth and moc