Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bane And The Alpha Beast: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

RonanThe deeper we moved into the labyrinth, the more the place began to feel alive.Not in the way forests felt alive, where wind moved through branches and animals stirred in the underbrush. This was something colder. Something deliberate. The black stone corridors rose high on either side of us, their surfaces smooth and seamless as if they had been carved from a single endless wall rather than built piece by piece. The air carried a strange heat that clung to the back of my throat, dry and faintly metallic, and every sound we made seemed to echo longer than it should.Footsteps. Armor shifting. The quiet murmur of wolves speaking under their breath.All of it bounced back at us from the stone.We had been walking for what felt like hours.No one had seen the sky since we passed through the portal in the Wastelands, but the longer we moved through the maze, the more the men began glancing upward anyway as if instinct expected to find the sun somewhere above those towering walls.T

EliraThe first demon arrived bleeding.Two soldiers carried him between them, his weight sagging heavily against their shoulders as they pushed through the doors of the healing chamber. The moment they crossed the threshold the smell of iron filled the room, sharp and metallic enough to sting the back of my throat.Maela moved before anyone else did.She stepped forward with practiced speed, already reaching for the cloth strips stacked along the nearest table.“Over here,” she ordered, directing them toward the long stone slab in the center of the room.They lowered the wounded demon carefully, though careful hardly seemed like the right word for the state he was in. A deep gash ran across his side, wide enough that I could see muscle beneath the torn armor where something had ripped through it.My hands were already moving.Healing had become instinct now. The moment I saw the wound, something inside me reached for the power that lived beneath my skin. I stepped forward, placing bo

EliraBy the time the last wounded demon staggered out of the healing chamber, the room felt heavier than it had before the battle began.The steady stream of injured soldiers had finally slowed to nothing. The stone floor was smeared with dark blood where Maela had dragged cloths and bodies across it while trying to keep up with the endless line of wounded. The sharp metallic smell of it hung thick in the air.My hands still glowed faintly.Not as brightly as they had earlier.Healing took energy. I could feel the dull ache spreading through my arms now that the rush of constant work had stopped. My muscles trembled slightly as the magic slowly settled back beneath my skin.Maela wiped her hands on a cloth beside one of the stone tables.“Well,” she said quietly, glancing around the chamber, “that was unpleasant.”I nodded, though my attention had already shifted toward the far side of the room.Several bodies lay there.The ones we hadn’t reached in time.Ash had been right.The min

RonanThe five minutes of rest ended quickly.No one said it out loud, but we all understood the same thing: the longer we wandered through the labyrinth, the more exhausted we would become. Even if the monster roaming somewhere behind us never caught up, the maze itself could wear us down just as effectively as any army.I was about to give the order to move when Grimm’s voice echoed from the rear of the formation.“Ronan.”I turned.Grimm stood near the back wall of the corridor where he and Wallace had been holding the rear guard along with Brad and Crawl. The four of them had stayed there while the rest of us rested, watching the path we had just run through in case anything followed us.Grimm wasn’t looking behind us now.He was staring at the wall.“What is it?” Caelan asked.Grimm ran his hand along the stone, brushing dust aside before pressing against a narrow seam that hadn’t been visible until he pointed it out.“This.”Wallace stepped closer, squinting at the stone.“I swe

RonanThe throne room opened before us like the mouth of something ancient and waiting.It was vast in a way that didn’t just impress—it pressed. The ceiling arched impossibly high overhead, disappearing into shadow, while black stone stretched outward in every direction, broken only by towering pillars and long, draping banners that seemed to absorb the dim crimson light rather than reflect it. The entire space felt wrong, like it existed slightly outside the natural order of things.And at the far end of it, seated atop a wide platform of obsidian steps, was Ash.He wasn’t standing. Wasn’t preparing. Wasn’t even pretending to be threatened.He lounged.One arm rested lazily along the carved armrest of his throne, his posture relaxed, his expression almost bored—as if we had arrived exactly when he expected us to, exactly how he expected us to.“There you are,” he said, his voice carrying easily through the chamber. Smooth. Controlled. Amused. “My flesh and blood… my grandson.”Somet