Semua Bab The Alpha King's Omega: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The Mountain of Darkness loomed before them like a wound carved into the earth, a jagged scar that refused to heal. Its blackened slopes clawed at the sky, slicing the clouds into ragged shreds, while a crown of mist curled endlessly around its peaks like a shroud. The air grew colder the closer they came, every breath laced with frost and ash.The forest that surrounded its base was wrong. Trees leaned inward, their twisted limbs gnarled into shapes like broken bones, their bark split and oozing sap as dark as blood. No birds sang here. No leaves stirred. Only whispers drifted on a wind that had no source, voices threading through the silence, murmurs that felt like they were brushing against Freya’s very soul.Her chest tightened the moment her boots struck the ashen soil. It crunched beneath her like glass, black and brittle, as though it held the memory of lives burned and buried here. The shadows were heavier, thicker, slinking between the trees with a life of their own. The sile

The silence in the cavern stretched long, taut as a blade suspended over their heads. The pale-blue fire in the hollowed chamber hissed faintly, shadows writhing across the walls like restless serpents. Nyra’s earlier words still hung in the air, heavy as iron, and all eyes turned toward Kyla, the Witch of Shadows.The old seer’s hands trembled where they still clutched Freya’s, her frail fingers digging in with unexpected strength. Her knuckles blanched white, and her chest rose in shallow, uneven breaths. The grief etched into her face deepened into something rawer, more jagged, fear.“No…” The word broke from her cracked lips like shattered glass scattering across stone. Her clouded eyes widened, reflecting the firelight with a sheen of dread. “You ask me to do the one thing I dared not even dream of. To sever her from Skyrana… to tear apart a soul already bound by fire.”Freya’s throat tightened. Her voice quavered, but desperation made it sharp. “But if we don’t, she’ll take me o

Fire roared in silence.Freya stood rooted, breath trapped like a bird thrashing in a cage, her chest tight with terror she refused to show. The Chamber of Echoes had dissolved into something otherworldly, a vast void where molten light and fathomless shadow bled together in restless waves. There was no sky, no ground, only flame and darkness shifting like a living sea.And at its center stood her.Skyrana.The Flame-Born Queen.Tall and terrible, her very presence was a storm of ruin. Her silver hair spilled like rivers of molten steel, gleaming in firelight that did not touch the void. Her eyes were endless, blue pits edged in fire, depths that spoke of worlds burned to ash. When she smiled, it was a smile that promised kingdoms crushed, thrones split, oceans boiled dry. A smile that could split the world in two.“So,” Skyrana breathed, her voice weaving through the air like smoke, curling around Freya’s bones until she felt it inside her marrow. “The vessel dares to stand before th

The void shivered, trembling like the surface of water struck by a stone.Freya staggered back, every nerve alive with the sense that something greater than time itself had stirred. Skyrana was no longer a shadow of whispers or a fractured reflection in the Chamber’s illusions. She stepped forward as flesh made from fire, her presence a living storm. Her form shimmered, woven from molten threads of light and shadow, every line of her body crackling with untamed, ancient power. Her hair was a river of liquid silver, blazing like molten metal spilled from the core of the earth, and her eyes… they were not eyes at all, but endless pits of flame, burning with a ruin older than kingdoms.She was beauty sharpened into terror. A goddess of destruction, reborn.And she smiled, cruel and calm, as though the void itself bent beneath her.“So… the child dares to bare her teeth.” Her voice rippled through the air, heavy as iron, smooth as velvet, carrying centuries of dominance. It coiled around

The Chamber was collapsing.Stone shrieked like a living thing as fractures tore through the mountain’s bones. Molten rivers bled from fissures in the floor, fire spilling upward as if the earth itself were hemorrhaging. Runes cracked and shattered, their chains of light dissolving into sparks that rained down like falling stars.At the center, two flames clashed, one silver, one gold-red, locked in a storm so violent the void itself screamed.Freya staggered, her knees buckling beneath the crushing weight of power. Her own fire flickered at the edges, guttering, dimming. Her breath came ragged, each inhale cut by the searing tide that pressed her toward the breaking point.Across from her, Skyrana surged forward, radiant and terrible, her silver fire blooming like a tidal wave of ruin. Laughter spilled from her lips, cruel and echoing, a sound like glass shattering.“You are breaking, child,” the goddess taunted, her voice a whip. “The fire bends. The vessel cracks. Soon there will b