The cursed mate's return のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 117

Finnick's pov The thing didn’t move fast but I didn’t either. Because every nerve in my body locked. I knew that sword. I knew the weight of it, the curve of it, the way it sang,'slammmm'through the air when Hollowfang swung it. I’d broken it and I killed him. I saw his body burn and yet... here it was.And he knew it, he was holding the sword like it still remembered how to use it.“Back up slowly,” I said, voice low and tight, hoping the others could hear me behind.The creature tilted its head but it didn’t blink or breathe imidiately, and then it did.A long, slow exhale that spilled frost across the stone floor. My boots froze to the ground in a thin crust of ice.And then it moved.The sword arced toward my chest, I barely got mine up in time. Steel screamed against steel, and the impact rattled through my arms like someone had slammed a hammer into my bones.I staggered back. The thing pressed forward.Another strike, this tim heavy and it was precise, it didn’t fight like H

Finnick's pov“Back! everyone back!....'My voice tore through the trees and the ground cracked open behind us, the stones splitting like broken teeth. The tunnel mouth wasn’t just opening it was growing. Roots pushed outward like fingers from a grave, writhing, pulsing with something dark.And something inside was climbing.Freya stood frozen. Not with fearbbut with recognition. Her lips moved without sound.“What is it?” Rowan barked, his sword half-drawn. “What’s down there?”I turned to Freya. “You know.”She didn’t answer at first. Her mouth worked as if trying to form words too old to be spoken. Finally, she whispered one.“Orum.”The name hit like a hammer to the spine. I didn’t know it but I felt it deep like something buried in my own bones.A shape rose from the tunnel, it wasn't fast or frantic but very deliberate.It stood taller than the trees. Antlers stretched out like gnarled roots. Its skin was dark wood and bone, plates of something ancient fused over muscle that shi

Finnick's pov "How many saw it?"Mira's voice was low, but it cut through the dark like steel."Us," Rowan answered, "and the ones it let live."Freya stood by the edge of the firelight, arms wrapped around herself. “No...Not just us. Something else was watching. Beneath the stone. Behind the walls.”“The others?” Kye asked, sharpening his blade without looking up. “The ones behind the symbols?”Freya nodded slowly. “I don’t think they’re dead. I think they’re waiting."I sat with my back to a tree, eyes fixed on the horizon.We’d survived. The gate was buried. The vessel broken for now. But it didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like the pause between storms.Mira tossed another stick into the flames. “We can’t stay out here. We need real shelter. Somewhere safe.”“There’s no safe anymore,” Freya murmured.Rowan looked at me. “Then where?”I answered without hesitation.“The Sanctum.”Their faces turned.“No one’s been there in years,” Kye said. “You think they’ll let us in?”“They’