Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beast Billionaire Claim : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The night air carried a strange heaviness, thick with the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen. Ruby stood at the balcony of the Bloodstone keep, her hands braced against the cold iron rail, eyes fixed on the horizon where the clouds split faintly with red streaks. They weren’t natural—nothing about the world had felt natural since the battle two nights ago.She had seen storms, she had felt curses, she had stood beneath moons that burned with prophecy. But this was different. The very sky seemed restless, unsettled, as though something on the other side was clawing at its seams.“Still awake?”The voice pulled her from her thoughts. It was Kieran. His steps were quiet, but she had long since learned to recognize the particular cadence of his stride. He stopped a few paces behind her, not intruding, simply watching her watch the sky.“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted. Her voice was low, hushed, though the halls were empty. “Do you feel it?”He came to stand beside her, resting his palm

The second wave came before the wounds of the first had even begun to scab.The Hollow sky split wider, bleeding black flame over the Vale. The air shook as if the heavens themselves cracked, and from that wound spilled creatures no longer made of mist and nightmare, but of war. They wore bone-forged armor, carried blades still dripping with shadowfire, and moved with the hunger of soldiers who knew only one command: consume.The Vale’s defenders tightened their ranks, though half had barely survived the last assault. Farmers wielded rusted spears beside paladins, their eyes wide, their hands trembling. Mothers clutched talismans, whispering prayers to stars that no longer shone.Elira stood at the front lines, her body screaming against her, her magic burning ragged. She had been fire for days, had slept with flame licking her veins, and now only embers clung to her. Her palms glowed faintly gold, but the light flickered. Her breath was ash.Ruby stood just beyond her shoulder, the A

The citadel had never been this quiet.Once, its great halls rang with laughter, quarrels, songs, and the scratching of quills as scribes carried news from every corner of the Vale. Now the marble floor was cracked, half its towers lay collapsed into the ash-wind, and the banners of fallen houses dragged torn across the walls. Yet still, the surviving lords and queens came. Still, they gathered beneath a roof that trembled whenever the Hollow star burned red.Elira stood in the center of the ruined hall, Zara on her left, Ruby on her right. Maxim leaned against the broken column behind them, his body still recovering from the Beast’s last awakening. The air stank of soot and blood, though braziers had been lit in some futile attempt at warmth.The council had begun before dawn, and already voices rose like swords unsheathed.“You bring us here to decide?” barked Lord Deren of the Iron Vale, his beard still clotted with battlefield ash. “There is no decision left. The prophecy has spok

The sky above the Vale was a scarred canvas of smoke and blood, the Hollow’s breath tainting the clouds. Fires still smoldered in the ruins of the citadel from the Night of Knives, and the survivors moved like shadows through their own halls. It was morning, though it carried no light.Elira stood on the broken balcony, the wind tugging at her hair, her palms still raw from casting fire through half the night. Every part of her body ached, but worse than the pain was the silence in her chest. She could feel it—Kael’s ember, the last gift of him—dimming.She pressed a trembling hand over her sternum, where once his fire had burned steady, a heartbeat within her heartbeat. “Stay,” she whispered into the wind. “Please, stay.”But the flame didn’t answer.Zara appeared at her side, the sleeves of her robe scorched, her braid undone. The younger woman’s eyes, always sharp, softened with something like pity. “You feel it too.”Elira didn’t need to ask. Zara, ever the seer, ever the one to p

The citadel’s war-hall was heavy with smoke and silence. Outside, the Vale still burned—fires in the distance like a second constellation crawling across the earth. Inside, the survivors gathered close, as if proximity could ward off the inevitability that pressed in from the shattered sky.The Dream-Seers had not walked the halls of men in decades, yet they appeared that night as if pulled by the very weight of the prophecy itself. Cloaked in starlight that flickered like dying embers, they moved without footsteps, their eyes hollow pools reflecting both past and future.“We come to speak the final truth,” the eldest said, her voice a thousand whispers layered into one.Elira, exhausted and soot-streaked, forced herself to stand straighter. She had spent every scrap of fire she had left holding the Hollow tide at bay. Her hands still trembled with the aftershocks of channeling too much flame, her veins scorched by her own power. But she could not falter now—not with the Seers here. N