All Chapters of Beast Billionaire Claim : Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

The Vale had not yet declared war, but war had already declared itself upon the Vale.The city felt different. Smoke didn’t rise openly, but the air carried the tang of iron, of torches burned too late into the night, of doors slammed shut before questions could be asked. Shops along the riverfront kept their shutters drawn; streets once alive with traders and gossip now trembled with whispers. Guards in Ruby’s crimson livery patrolled in pairs, shields gleaming, spears sharp. And in the shadows of ruined quarters where fire had swept months before, Maxim’s oath-bound loyalists moved just as deliberately, their presence quieter but no less sharp-edged.Everyone said the same thing in their own way: this wasn’t war. Not yet. But a spark only needed the smallest breath of wind.Maxim stood at the edge of Cindermarket, the square that once hosted color, life, and laughter. Now its cobblestones were cracked, ash still lingering between the stones. Elira’s statue, toppled by decree weeks a

The Vale had not known quiet for weeks, but the night before the clash was unnaturally still. Smoke lingered above the ruined quarter where Ruby’s guard had marched earlier, their boots striking sparks across broken stone. The refugees huddled in shadow, whispering prayers to gods who had long since stopped answering. And through it all, Maxim felt the Beast gnawing at his ribs, restless, impatient, eager for blood.Zara stood at his side, her face lit faintly by the lantern glow. Her fingers brushed his wrist—steady, grounding, as if she could feel the war in his chest.“If you give in too far,” she whispered, “you won’t come back.”“I know,” he said, though the words tasted like ash. Lies always did. The Beast pressed harder, a claw scraping against his soul.The cry of a horn broke the silence. Ruby’s guard had returned, marching through the ash-strewn streets with their polished armor gleaming red in torchlight. Behind them, a war-banner rippled, its golden crown stitched in fire-

The Vale had always been a city of stone, but that night, the stone itself seemed to shiver.Maxim felt it first beneath his boots, a faint tremor that rippled through the cobbles as though the ground were breathing. He stopped at the corner of a ruined street, lifting his hand for silence. His loyalists—those who had bled beside him only nights before—halted in unison.The wind that moved between the gutted houses was wrong. It was not the scent of ash or smoke, not even the copper of spilled blood. It was cold, damp, and empty. A breath drawn from a place that should not have been able to breathe.Zara came to his side, her staff’s crystal dim against the darkness. “You feel it too?”Maxim nodded slowly. “The Hollow.”One of the younger men behind them shifted uneasily, his voice cracking. “But the Hollow’s sealed. The Gate holds—doesn’t it?”The tremor answered for him. A low, grinding groan shook the stones, and dust fell in thin streams from broken arches. The Vale had begun to p