Chapter 151

Leofric’s POVBlood burned in my veins like liquid fire, the echo of Morwenna’s scream still ringing in my skull. The last thing I remembered before darkness clawed me under was her hand on mine, her voice cutting through the chaos, swearing she’d find me—even in death. Now I was here, standing in the shattered nave of the Bone Cathedral, facing monsters dragged from the filth of nightmares.The Bone Seer stood at the far end, her veil slick with blood, her frame trembling like a vessel barely containing the rot inside.She smiled, cruel and thin. “So the dead prince rises again. Will you fall a second time?”I wanted to tear her apart. My body pulsed with hunger, my strength rawer, sharper, almost feral. Yet when my gaze brushed Morwenna’s face across the battlefield—hair wild, blade dripping gore, eyes locked on me as though she’d breathed me back into existence—the fury twisted into something else.Obsession. Not just mine, hers too. I saw it in the tremor of her lip, in the reckle

Chapter 152

Leofric’s POVFire surged in my veins as if the act of breathing alone might split me open. The cathedral walls groaned with every clash of steel and spell around me, but all my senses locked onto her. Morwenna stood at the altar’s broken edge, her skin pale as ashes, her hair tangled with streaks of blood. She had just given everything—half her soul—for this war, and even from across the chamber, I felt the hollow echo of that sacrifice.Her gaze cut through the chaos and landed on me. For a breath, I forgot the monsters, the Bone Seer, even the agony rippling through my reborn flesh. It was only her—this woman who had marked me once in rebellion, then again in desperate devotion.I strode forward, blade dripping black ichor, my body still adjusting to its second life. Each step was a rebellion against death itself. But I wasn’t free. I felt the Bone Seer’s curse tightening in my chest, binding me closer to the darkness clawing at the edges of my mind. She wanted me to break—to fall

Chapter 153

Leofric’s POVFire licked across the chamber floor, yet I felt no heat. Only a cold hollowness pressed into me as the newborn—our newborn—was lifted from Morwenna’s trembling arms. The figure cloaked in shadow and white flame moved with terrifying calm, ignoring the chaos and blood that still clung to the battlefield.I wanted to strike, to summon steel or claw, to tear the child back. But something stronger than blade or rage coiled around me: destiny’s weight, crushing and absolute. My body refused to obey, as if some ancient law held me still.Morwenna’s scream pierced me, raw and breaking. She reached, her hands blistered from flame, and yet she clawed for the child as if nothing else existed. Her eyes—those defiant, storm-lit eyes—found mine. There was no plea. Only command. Do not let them take what is ours.And still, I stood frozen.The figure turned. Though faceless, I felt its gaze burning into me, ancient recognition, an intimacy that chilled deeper than death. The voice, w

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