Semua Bab Academy Of Cursed Hearts : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter Sixty-One****The next disaster didn’t come with fire.It came with silence.Not the kind of silence that follows thunder, but a very deep, unnatural sound of magic withdrawing like breath held for too long.It began in the west cloister, where the healing wards has been for over three centuries, rotating softly under the engraved arches like a sleeping heartbeat. At exactly 3:17 in the morning, every glyph along the corridor got dim, no reflection of light. Dimmed as if it was drained from within.By dawn, five acolytes were unconscious. Not injured but deeply asleep. And not the kind sleep that comes from tiredness. This was deeper and unreachable. Their chests rose and fell, their eyes darted behind closed lids but no spell could wake them. Not even Morwen’s voice, filled with command, could pull them back.She stood over one of them,Lysa, a second-year healer with her hand pressed to the girl’s forehead, lips moving in low, urgent incantations. Nothing answered.No fore

Chapter Sixty-Three****“Aria…” Kael breathed, voice shaking. “What did you do?”“I set things right,” I said softly. “This was never Morwen’s kingdom. It was hers. And she chose me.”Jason looked at the Queen, then back at me. “Then… we’re all in this together.I smiled. “We've always been.”Morwen felt it the instant the seal re-engaged.Not through wards, not through scrying, but absenceOne second, the hidden chamber shone faintly in her mirror, a ghost frequency only she could sense. Then it vanished in the next few seconds. Erased. As if the world itself had drawn a veil over it.She ran to the scrying mirror, there she saw me alone,she couldn't see Kae and Jason because I was her major target.“You,” she whispered, voice cracking. “You opened the door? How?”I turned slowly, meeting her eyes through the mirror. “You gave me access, remember? You trusted me. You let me study the wards. You let me near the core.”“And you used it.” Her fingers twisted. “All of it,the chaos, the

Chapter Sixty-Five****Under the roots of the mountain, deeper than the crypts, lower than the Veil Hounds’ den, there was a place not drawn on any map.It had no name in living speech.A vault carved not by hands, but by hunger,a wound in the world where magic bled out and darkness pooled. No student had ever set foot there. No sentinel had ever returned. It was erased from records, warded from scrying, buried under seven layers of silence spells.That was where Morwen had been for days now.She had walked it once before,thirty years ago when she was still Miri of the Ashen Line, youngest acolyte to ever breach the Black Archive. She had come seeking power. She left with a crown forged in shadow and a soul split in two.And now, she has returned.Not as Headmistress.But as a woman who had lost everything and would burn the world to get it back.The chamber breathed.Walls of black stone raced like a slow heartbeat, lined with chains that hadn’t held flesh in centuries. At the cente

Chapter Sixty-Seven****The next day,I didn’t go to training. Not because I was afraid, but because I woke up feeling so uneasy that morning.When Morwen noticed I wasn't at the training yard, she stood before the academy and declared my absence a crime and I had to be punished.The wind screamed against the broken spires like a chorus of dead queens. And Morwen, with her brittle pride and hollow rituals, thought she could use it to break me.I didn’t know what was going on until I felt the cold stone against my wrists,that she had made me kneel where I once stood tallest.I sat on the edge of the ruined observatory and let the wind carry the last of my fear away.The Eclipse Flame had settled inside me like a second heartbeat. I could feel it now pulse by pulse woven through my marrow, singing in my blood. I wasn’t hiding. I was becoming.I didn’t expect them to come for me.But they did.Two silent guards,clad in iron that hadn’t been polished since the First Eclipse. They stood m

Chapter Sixty-Nine****It’s been weeks since I've been inside the Hollow path,I don’t count the days anymore but weeks.I don’t feel hungry. Not really, not since the thirst became my only companion, and even that faded into pains too, like a song played too long until you forget the melody.My skin stuck to bone. My hair mixed with dust and dried blood from the thorns that no longer cut, they just remember. Each one leaves a mark not just on my flesh, but in my soul.They think I’m dead.I hear them in the silence between the hours, when the wind stops whispering through the cracks above, I hear their voices.“She’s gone.” Some said“Morwen finally broke her.” Others said.Some said it with pity while others said it in reliefThey don’t know I’m still here,not because I’m strong but because I’m stubborn. And stubbornness? That’s the last thing Morwen can’t kill.At night, she came with soft words, slow and sweet like poison.She stood at the top of the stairs now, barefooted, wrapped