Semua Bab The prophecy’s reject: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Mason’s POVBoth of us stiffened, eyes locked on the shifting shadow. My grip on the blade tightened until my knuckles turned pale.The creature stepped into a thin stream of moonlight and I nearly laughed.It was an antelope.A very normal, unimpressive antelope.Killian exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders dropping as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We just panicked over dinner.”“Speak for yourself,” I said, lowering my weapon. “I was testing your reaction speed.”He shot me a sideways glare, the corner of his mouth twitching. “You’re terrible at lying.”“Maybe,” I said, smirking. “But at least I’m faster.”The antelope’s ears flicked, and before either of us could move, it bolted deeper into the forest. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped. Killian glanced at me, eyes glinting like he’d just been challenged.“First one to get it wins,” he said.“Wins what?”“The right to protect her.”I let out a short laugh. “You think I’d let you have that?”His smirk was sharp, almost a ch

Killian’s POVThe first drop fell heavy, silver like mercury.Then another. And another. Within seconds, the skies opened up. Rain poured in thick, punishing sheets, slapping against our faces as thunder cracked above the trees.“Move!” Raven shouted, her voice almost swallowed by the wind.Branches lashed against our clothes as we ran.The forest blurred into streaks of green and gray.My lungs burned. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, not from the sprint, but from the pull in my chest. The bond. It was flickering like a dying flame.“She’s fading,” I breathed, barely hearing myself over the roar of the storm.Mason’s jaw tightened. “Keep running.”We stumbled through the mud, slipping, cursing, chasing a light that flashed in the distance. It wasn’t lightning. It was steady, golden, almost… familiar.“There!” Raven pointed ahead. A small hut stood crooked beneath a cluster of dying trees. Smoke rose weakly from its chimney, even through the rain.I reached the door first. I slammed m

Killian’s POVThe rain had stopped.Just like that.I stood outside the hut we had taken shelter earlier.Water dripped from the ends of my hair, each drop sounding too loud in the stillness. The air felt heavy, like the world was holding its breath.Raven stepped beside me, squinting up at the gray sky. “It’s too sudden.”“Yeah,” Mason said, shaking his head. “Storms don’t just stop like that.”I didn’t answer. Something in my chest felt… wrong. Like the rhythm of my heartbeat was off. Too slow, too uneven.And then…heat burned on my right hand.I hissed and grabbed my wrist. “What the…”Three lines were forming beneath my skin, glowing faintly crimson.They weren’t cuts, they were light. Alive. Moving like fire beneath flesh.Raven turned sharply. “Killian, what is that?”“I don’t know.” I bit back a groan, clenching my jaw as the pain flared. “It burns…”The glow spread, reaching my forearm. My pulse raced with it, like something deep inside me was waking up.And then… warmth.Soft

Mason’s POVThe faint silver glow of the forest stretched and warped around us as I crouched beside Killian.His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, eyes closed, lips parted slightly.My hands shook.The axe lay a few feet away, its edge still glinting in the remnants of the fading storm.“Raven!” I shouted, voice cracking. “Help! He’s…he’s out cold!”From the shadows, she appeared in a flurry, sleeves dripping and hair plastered to her face.Her eyes swept over him instantly, narrowing. “What happened?”I ran a hand through my hair, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “The firewood… he got distracted. Thought he could handle it. The last… the last crimson line connecting him to Zylia…it …it burned away. It disappeared.” My voice caught. “I think that’s what did it.”Raven’s lips pressed into a thin line. “The bond?” she asked cautiously, crouching beside us. “It’s… broken?”“Not broken,” I said quickly. “Frayed. Severed…weak. That last thread was all that tied him to her

Zylia’s POVThe realm trembled around us, faint but real, like the pulse of a living thing.The red threads binding me to Killian shimmered and coiled, flickering with a rhythm that wasn’t just mine anymore… it was ours.He stirred beneath me, his lips parting as if to breathe for the first time in hours.His heartbeat was faint, but it was there, syncing with mine in the space between silence and hope.Mason exhaled, long and shaky.Raven’s hands hovered near his chest, her usual sharpness softened by something close to awe.“He’s fighting,” she murmured. “You pulled him back.”“I don’t know how,” I whispered, brushing a trembling hand over Killian’s cheek. “I just… felt him. Like a part of me couldn’t let go.”“You didn’t have to know how,” Mason said quietly. “You just had to want it.”Killian’s eyelids fluttered, his lashes damp from the dew clinging to the air.He wasn’t fully awake yet…trapped somewhere between the realm and the real world, but his presence anchored me.The crim