All Chapters of He Betrayed Me For A Human: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The dawn didn’t fade that morning.It lingered—bright and slow—stretching gold across the mist until it felt like the world itself refused to blink. The lake shimmered in soft waves, each ripple catching fragments of light that hadn’t existed before.Promise, I’d thought.But promise often came with a question.By midday, Duskwind was restless again.Word of the light spread fast. Wolves whispered about omens, gods, rebirths. Some prayed. Others avoided the lake entirely, unwilling to risk waking whatever had stirred. Cassian doubled the perimeter watch, claiming it was precaution. Julian called it containment. I called it denial.Riven found me near the archives tent, watching the healers gather herbs along the treeline."You’ve been quiet," he said."I’m listening.""To what?""The world," I murmured. "It’s speaking again. I just can’t tell if it’s to us… or about us."He folded his arms, eyes scanning the horizon. "You think that light meant something more than just energy release?

When the light broke, it didn’t burn.It unfolded.A thousand shards of white turned soft, bending inward instead of exploding outward. The silence that followed wasn’t the kind that came after destruction—it was the pause before something began again.My lungs refused to move at first. Then, one slow breath.Air—warm, metallic, new.The ground beneath me felt alive, pulsing with a rhythm that no longer hurt. When I lifted my head, the ruins were gone. In their place, the forest stretched endless and strange. The same trees, yet not. Older. Taller. Breathing with faint veins of gold that glowed through their bark.I sat up slowly."Riven?" My voice cracked. The sound vanished too fast, swallowed by the stillness.No answer.Only a faint echo of whispers—hundreds of them, soft and overlapping, fading in and out like waves against glass.Remember. Remember.I pushed myself to my feet. My body felt weightless and heavy at once, like every step balanced between presence and memory.The ci

The first thing I noticed was the wind.Not the violent kind that once tore through Duskwind’s ruins, but something softer—an exhale from a world that had finally decided to breathe again.The air smelled different now. Not of ash or blood, but rain-soaked soil and pine. The sky above was pale silver, scattered with clouds that moved like slow, thoughtful creatures.For a long time, I didn’t move. I simply lay there, my cheek pressed to the earth that hummed faintly beneath my skin. It wasn’t just alive—it was calm.When I finally sat up, the horizon looked wrong and right all at once. The old citadel was gone, swallowed by vines and roots that glittered faintly with gold. The lake had returned, quiet and wide, its surface reflecting a world that had decided to start over.A few meters away, Riven was already awake. He stood by the water’s edge, the morning light tracing silver across his hair, his reflection joining the ripples that reached for the shore.When he turned, the mark on

The silence after the spirits left was not empty.It was alive—breathing, listening—like the world itself was waiting for someone to speak first.I stood at the edge of the lake, the surface still trembling from the light that had vanished moments ago. Mist floated above it in slow curls, silver beneath the faint moon.Behind me, Duskwind slept. No whispers, no cries, no prayers. Just the hush that follows when everything has been given, and there’s nothing left to fear.Riven didn’t move.He was beside me, a quiet shape against the pale horizon, the outline of his shoulders softened by the fog. For a long time we said nothing. We simply breathed, and the world breathed with us.When I finally spoke, my voice sounded smaller than I remembered."Do you think they’re gone for good?"He turned his head, and the faint smile that crossed his face carried both weariness and warmth."They were never meant to stay," he said. "They came to remind us what was already here.""What was here," I e

The wind that morning was softer than it had ever been.It moved through Duskwind like a sigh—tender, weightless—brushing through the new leaves that shimmered on the trees reborn from ash. The lake mirrored the sky without a single ripple, as if even the water had decided to rest.I stood on the shore, barefoot, the earth cool beneath my feet. The air carried the scent of rain and pine, and something else—something faintly sweet, like memory lingering in sunlight.For a long time, I said nothing. There was nothing left that needed to be said.The guardians were gone.The gods had fallen silent.And for the first time in years, I didn’t feel the weight of anyone else’s voice inside my head.Just my own heartbeat.Just the quiet.Behind me, Duskwind had begun to live again. Wolves moved through the village with laughter in their throats instead of fear. Children ran through the rebuilt square, their voices bright against the morning air. The tower had been repaired enough to stand—not a