The prophecy’s reject のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 94

Zylia’s POVThe air in the rogue settlement carried the crisp bite of late autumn, sharp enough to sting my cheeks as I stepped out of my tent.The sun had barely begun its descent, casting long amber streaks through the skeletal trees.Tonight was the annual Fall Masquerade, something the rogues celebrated not out of joy, but out of defiance, proof they were alive, surviving, and still capable of beauty even with the world against them.I hadn’t planned to attend at first.Festivals felt like luxuries meant for people who were whole, people who weren’t fugitives or former Lunas hiding from the king they had once loved.But the others insisted, and after weeks of proving myself through training, hunting, and long hours spent learning to fight like a rogue instead of scrambling for peanuts as an omega, maybe I needed a night to feel wolf-y again.At least, that was the lie I told myself.The truth was simpler.I wanted to see if I could walk into a crowd and not feel like my soul was s

Killian’s POVThe wind carried the acrid bite of smoke long before we reached the burned farmland.I had known something had gone wrong the moment Lucien’s urgent call came, but nothing, nothing, could have prepared me for the sight that now stretched before my eyes.The land, once fertile, now lay in ashen ruin.Rows of crops that should have been bursting with harvest lay charred, twisted into strange shapes by a heat that had consumed everything.Pockets of smoke rose from the ground like specters, curling upward as if wailing in pain.I clenched my fists, nails digging into palms that would not tremble.Rage boiled under my skin, a steady, unyielding heat, but it was tempered by something older, more dangerous: fear.Lucien walked beside me, his face unreadable, as if he had seen too much in his lifetime to show surprise or anger.He paused at the edge of the smoldering fields and let out a slow breath. “It’s worse than we saw before,” he muttered. His voice, always measured, carr