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

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should we or shouldn't we

The group consisted of four—Seth, Idris, Charlene, and Issa. Idris led the way to the other side of the cave, guiding them to the whirlpool he had once discovered in his youth. "When we were younger, Seth and I used to play in these caves. One day, we stumbled across this whirlpool," Idris explained, standing above the dark swirling pool of water. He nudged a few loose pebbles over the edge with his foot. "Plop." The pebbles were immediately pulled under. "Well?" Idris asked, hands on his hips. "Well what, Uncle Idris?" Charlene blinked, confused. "Who's going in first?" he grinned. Seth rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Idris? Bro, c'mon." "What? It was your idea!" Charlene stepped closer. "I did say I could see tunnels earlier... maybe I can see them again." "Try now," Seth suggested, kneeling by the edge. Charlene leaned forward, blinking slowly. Her e

Do you trust me?

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

She's in trouble

Seth finally got his morning brew. He turned to pull out a chair, but before he could even take a sip, a hand shot out of nowhere. "Ummm—hot!" Argun winced, snatching the mug like a thief in the night. "Where did you come from?" Seth muttered, rolling his eyes. "Darn portals." Without another word, Argun downed the entire cup in one go. Steam hissed from his lips as he exhaled. "Aaah. Tasty." He slammed the empty mug down in approval. Seth blinked in disbelief. "Dude, really? Want another?" Just then, Charlene and ReNew entered the kitchen. The energy shifted instantly. Argun, without turning, spoke quietly. "Hello, little one." Shame still lingered in his voice—from the last time they’d met, when he obeyed Destiny’s command and left Charlene to fend for herself. "Argun!" Charlene ran full-force and hugged him from behind. A faint smile cracked across his face. "There’s no time for a reunion," he said, the light in his expression fading. "The First Spear needs our help."

The long sleep

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

everything is not what it seems

Ever since last night, Idris had a knot in his stomach he couldn’t untie. “For a human who’s just been in a demon domain,” he muttered under his breath, watching from the shadows of the corridor, “she doesn’t have a single scratch.” Don’t get him wrong—he was beyond relieved that they found Tamera. The woman meant a lot to this family. And he felt sick over what the First Spear had to give up to bring her back. If he could trade his right arm to heal her, he would do it in a heartbeat. But Tamera… something about her just didn’t sit right. The moment he hugged her, it was like holding a mannequin—stiff, unfamiliar. No warmth. No scent of lilac and sandalwood like before. Nobody else seemed to notice, too caught up in their emotions. Overjoyed she was alive, safe, returned to them. He didn’t want to kill the moment with his suspicions, but… He chewed his bottom lip. “How did she survive ou

what's the matter?

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.”

Should we bury it?

They stood over the corpse.A tar-like substance oozed from the neck of the demon sprawled across the gym floor, thick and putrid.“Should we… bury it?” Charlene asked, her voice quiet, unsure.“I’m not sure,” Issa replied, covering his nose with his shirt. “It smells awful.”“Like death and sewage had a baby,” Idris muttered, pinching his nostrils shut. “What even is this thing?”“A demon,” Seth answered, his expression darkening.Charlene's eyes flicked to his. “How do you know?”“Because I could never sense anything from it,” Seth said, jaw clenched. “No emotions, no feelings, nothing. It never ate. It never even… slept.”“Dude!” Idris gaped. “Did that thing sleep in your bed? With you? Like… actually with you?”He leaned in, eyeing Seth like he smelled foul too.“And you didn’t know?” Idris grimaced. “Ew.”“Dude!” Seth barked. “Shut up!”He punched Idris in the s

Come again? what army?

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

I'll take yours

Haroon stumbled through the portal, dragging the swampy stench of failure behind him. Slapping thick gobs of mud off his uniform, he muttered, “The next time we meet, I swear—I’ll kill him.” His jaw clenched as he thought of Seth, besting him again. His boots squelched with every step, caked in muck from head to toe. He looked like a soldier who had crawled out of a grave. What excuse do I feed them this time? he wondered bitterly. What happened to my guard? As if summoned by his dread, a soldier approached briskly. “The Supreme Leader would like to speak to you, sir,” the guard said with a crisp salute. Haroon rolled his eyes. Torrock again. He hated what Torrock had done to him—used him, then tossed him aside like spoiled meat. He was promised a general’s seat. Instead, he got mockery and demotion. The bitterness showed in every line of his face. “Can’t it wait? I need to clean up,” Haroon gr

Wake up now!

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

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