Semua Bab HIS BABY GROWS INSIDE ME, BUT HIS HEART BELONGS TO HER : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The fire struck Aria like a meteor.The Deepborn's curse-fire roared through the sky, a molten wave of black flame laced with silver veins, searing the air as it surged toward her. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her feet felt nailed to the earth, not from fear, but from purpose. She had chosen to stand here. To be the one who bore it.The heat was unbearable. The moment stretched, slowed, twisted. Aria saw Kael's mouth open in a scream that never reached her ears. She saw Rowan twitch, his fingers flinching even in unconsciousness. She saw the sky itself writhe.Then the flame hit.But it didn’t destroy her.Instead, it wrapped around her like a second skin, fire crawling across her arms, her chest, her womb. Her scream tore the air as she dropped to one knee, her body shaking from the force. But she wasn’t consumed. Not yet.**Not today.**The fire met something inside her. Not magic. Not will. Something *older.* Something rooted in her soul. A mother's love, forged through pain. The sam

The sky cracked wide open like shattered glass.From the heavens spilled not stars, but rivers of light and darkness intertwined threaded together in a celestial storm that lashed across the land. Trees bent as if bowing to an unseen force. The mountains groaned. The Veil, already fragile, began to unravel like torn silk.Kael cradled Aria in his arms, her body limp, her eyes glowing a blinding white. Heat poured from her skin, forcing him to shift halfway just to withstand it. His claws dug into the dirt, not from pain but fear."Aria!" he shouted. "Stay with me. Look at me!"But she didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Her body pulsed like a living sun, energy arcing from the Rune of Balance burned into her chest. The Prophetess had stabbed her but it wasn’t a death wound.It was worse.She had **unsealed** the Rune.Callen sprinted through the smoke and debris, Elara and Rowan behind him. Rowan’s hand crackled with instinctual magic, a wild surge he barely knew how to control. Elara’s fac

The Watcher did not walk.He drifted, each movement slow and precise, as though the laws of gravity and time bent politely around him. His cloak of tattered gold fluttered without wind. His face if it was a face remained concealed behind a mask of jagged bone and woven thorns. Where his eyes should have been, only a dark void stared back.Even the Pale Guard, once thought to be the apex of cosmic judgment, trembled in his presence.**“I am the Watcher of Forgotten Gods,”** he repeated, voice layered like wind whispering through a tomb. **“I come not to punish… but to correct.”**Kael instinctively pulled Rowan and Elara closer, his muscles tensing. He could feel every instinct in his wolf resisting this being’s presence because this wasn’t a man, a god, or a spirit.This was **absence** given form.Aria stepped forward, her body still faintly glowing from her return. She had merged with Flame, Balance, and Memory but even so, the Watcher’s energy unnerved her. It didn’t vibrate with p

The crowned figure took another step forward.He wasn’t large or cloaked in flame like the Watcher. He didn’t need to be. Power radiated off him in slow, rotting waves ancient and cold, the kind that didn’t kill you outright but waited patiently as everything you loved withered from the inside.Aria didn’t flinch as the Hollow Circle assembled behind him, their chant rising in a rhythmic whisper that sounded like leaves rustling in a dying forest.**“Blood owed. Bone bound. Debt returns.”**The crowned man’s lips curved faintly as he removed the blindfold from his eyes.But there were no eyes beneath it.Only darkness an endless pit where sight should be. And from that void, Aria could feel it again… the pull. The memory. The night she begged to live. The night a whisper in her womb answered her prayer.**“You don’t remember my name,”** the man said softly, voice like velvet over broken glass. **“Because you were never meant to.”**Kael stepped in front of Aria instinctively, his eyes

The world didn’t break with a bang.It broke with a **shiver**.A deep, bone-cold vibration rolled through the earth, the sky, the very marrow of those still standing. Trees groaned as if mourning. The wind hissed low like it knew a secret no one should hear.Kael stood at the cliff’s edge, Rowan beside him, both watching the growing crack in the sky. It wasn’t violet like the Rift, nor golden like the Flame.It was **pure void** an absence of everything. Not a tear. Not even a wound. Just a place where existence had been **denied**.“What is that?” Rowan whispered.Kael didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.Behind them, Aria emerged from the healer’s tent, her steps slower than usual, her breath shallow. The battle with Vaelor, the tether, the confrontation inside the curse it had taken more than strength. It had touched parts of her that shouldn’t be touched by mortals.Lyra fell into step beside her. “You should rest.”Aria shook her head. “There’s no time.”Her gaze lifted to the crac