All Chapters of The Omega Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Clarissa’s POV The journey after the Spirit of Silence was harder than I expected. Jasmine and I moved slowly along the winding path that hugged the mountain's edge. I couldn’t see, of course. My eyes were still shrouded in darkness, the world around me nothing more than shadows and sounds. But I could feel things, like the wind brushing against my cheeks, the change in the air when we neared cliffs, the way Jasmine stopped suddenly, alerting me to danger or steep drops.We didn’t talk, we couldn’t, really. Not that Jasmine could speak, but even my thoughts were quiet. Vharzul had taught me something: to still the mind, to hush the panic that rose like a storm. So I walked, day after day, in silence. I listened to my breath, counted my steps and trusted the dog beside me.The path curved upward again, steeper this time. My legs ached, and my palms were scraped raw from catching myself on rocks. I lost track of time. The sun and moon meant nothing to me anymore. The darkness in my eye

Clarissa’s POV The wind felt sharper as I left the third mountain behind me, its bite cutting through my skin like thin blades of ice. I had thought the cold would numb me, but it didn’t. My anger kept me warm. I was angry at everything, everyone… and maybe at myself too, though I refused to admit it aloud. The sound of my boots crunching over frost-dusted stone was the only rhythm keeping me moving forward.I was still blind. My world was a blur of shifting shadows and vague outlines, and even those only came from the faint changes in light and air against my skin. I had learned to walk by sound and feeling but the blindness made my thoughts louder, harder to escape. Those thoughts were really bitter.I kept replaying my last encounter, how the custodian’s test had stripped away yet another piece of my pride. Every mountain felt like it was peeling me apart. And for what? To prove I was strong? To earn some trinket of power? Or was I just too stubborn to admit I wanted to turn bac

The air between the fifth and sixth mountains felt heavier than it had been before. I held on to Jasmine’s leash as I moved forward, my boots finding their way over the jagged stone by memory and touch alone. The echo of Tarloc’s parting words still lingered in my mind, but I kept them buried, not wanting to feed the ache they carried.The wind had changed. It no longer whistled or sighed, now it carried a low, dragging hum, as if the mountains themselves were murmuring in their sleep. Every so often, that hum broke, and I would hear what sounded like a whisper too close to my ear. I froze the first time it happened, thinking someone had followed me, but when I turned my head toward the sound, there was nothing, only the rhythmic movement of Jasmine and me.The path narrowed, and I had to edge sideways along a ledge no wider than my foot. Pebbles tumbled into the unseen darkness below, bouncing until they faded into silence. I kept my hands steady on Jasmine's leash as we moved on. S

The pain I felt in my hand after my last encounter with Grothul began to subside gradually. The journey from one mountain to the other was tedious at first but became quite easier. What was challenging and difficult was the encounter with the custodian of each mountain.As we approached the eighth mountain, I felt the path beneath my feet change long before Jasmine tugged me forward. The earth was softer here, almost as though it had soaked up rain, but I knew no water had fallen. My cane tapped against stone and then against something smooth and strangely warm. I froze, listening. The air itself felt heavier and denser, like it carried secrets too fragile to bear sound. Jasmine whined at my side, nudging against my calf and urging me on.“This is the eighth mountain, isn’t it?” I whispered into the air. My voice seemed to sink, swallowed before it could echo back to me.The silence was not silence at all. It pressed in like velvet over my ears. I held onto Jasmine’s leash, groundin

I breathed a sigh of relief as I left the ninth mountain and approached the tenth. I had eleven more mountains to face. The thought of reaching the twenty-first mountain filled me with hope and courage to keep journeying.When we got to the tenth mountain, I could feel it in the way the wind shifted. Jasmine padded carefully at my side, her breathing calm but sharper than usual, and I knew she sensed it too. Each mountain we had climbed carried its own presence, its own spirit, but this one… this one was alive in a way that felt uncontainable.My cane tapped against the stone as we moved, guiding my steps, while Jasmine’s warm body brushed lightly against my leg whenever the path narrowed. Though I couldn’t see, I felt the mountain stretching upward into the sky, higher and wilder than the others before it. The air itself was thinner, and with every inhale, my chest had to work harder, as though even breathing demanded endurance here.Thunder rumbled above us. It sounded distant, at f