His Rejected Mate's Secret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

POV: DelphThe chamber’s air shifted again, heavy and oppressive. I could feel it before I saw it , the pulse of the Mirror Gate reacting, sensing my presence, my turmoil. Afnan was struggling somewhere nearby, his figure flickering like a candle in the wind. But this time, the Gate didn’t just tremble for him. It trembled for me.From the shimmering haze, a figure emerged. At first, I thought it was my imagination, a trick of the light. But as the form solidified, I froze. It was me no, not me exactly. A darker, sharper version. A reflection that should have been impossible.My reflection stepped forward, movements deliberate, confident, almost predatory. The air around it seemed heavier, as though the shadows themselves had mass. Its eyes glowed crimson, a piercing contrast to the dim chamber light. It wasn’t just me; it was everything I feared I could become, magnified tenfold.“You lost your throne once,” the reflection said, voice a low, rumbling growl that shook the ground bene

POV: AfnanThe chamber trembled violently. The walls of the Mirror Gate cracked and warped, flickering between reality and nightmare. My reflection hovered a few feet away, eyes sharper, movements more fluid, a perfect imitation of me, yet everything about it screamed danger.I staggered backward, barely catching myself as the floor rippled like water. My reflection smirked, a cruel twist of my own lips, and raised a hand. Instinct screamed at me to strike, to destroy it. But something deep inside whispered: You can’t fight yourself. Not here. Not now.I glanced across the chaos and saw Delph, locked in his own battle. His reflection mirrored his every movement, a dark predator circling him, testing him, taunting him with every failure, every fear. And then our eyes met, through the chaos, the swirling shadows, the tearing energy of the Gate.A spark of recognition passed between us. Not just of sight, but of bond. Of trust. Of connection. The bond we had built, frayed and tested cou

POV: AfnanI stood alone in a void that seemed infinite, neither ceiling nor floor, neither sky nor ground. The space pulsed faintly with a dim red glow, casting long, impossibly stretching shadows that seemed to belong to no shape I could recognize. I moved my foot tentatively, expecting solid ground, yet my step echoed unnaturally. I didn’t know if it was my movement, or the space itself responding to my presence.I called out for Delph, voice trembling: “Delph… are you here?”Silence answered. Then, faintly, my voice returned, distorted, warped, almost mocking. “Delph… here…” The echo dragged the words, twisting them into something unfamiliar. I swallowed hard. This was not a place of reality; it was a reflection of fear, of possibility, of everything unseen.The mark on my arm pulsed suddenly, glowing faintly in rhythm with a heartbeat that wasn’t my own. I touched it instinctively, and a warmth spread from it, a reminder that it was a guide, a tether, not a weapon, not yet, but a

POV: CorinThe air in the chamber was electric, heavy with tension, the smell of ozone and something metallic burning in my nostrils. Red lightning arced across the surface of the Gate, jagged and chaotic, illuminating every corner of the massive room in brief, violent flashes. The Gate pulsed like a living thing, twisting and shifting, bleeding unstable energy into the world.The wolves were struggling. Their growls reverberated through the chamber, claws scraping against the stone floor, bodies low and tense. Every strike they made against the corrupted creatures that emerged from the Gate seemed to do little more than delay the inevitable. The creatures were twisted, malformed shadows with flickering red eyes, limbed wrong in impossible ways, moving too fast, too erratically to be fully understood.I clenched my jaw. There was no time for panic. Panic would feed the Gate. It wanted chaos, fear, anger, it thrived on imbalance. I had to take command, now, or everything we had fought

POV: DelphI stumbled through the shifting void, fragments of the Mirror realm twisting violently around me. Every step felt like moving through water, every heartbeat echoing across an expanse that refused to obey physics or reason. Then I saw her.Afnan. Standing alone, or as alone as anyone could be, before a presence that made the very air thrum with power. The First King. Tall, impossibly imposing, his red eyes piercing the dim red glow of the realm. Shadows coiled around him like living smoke, twisting with every measured movement he made. The very fabric of the space bent toward him, reverberating under the weight of his authority.“Delph,” I whispered, feeling my pulse spike. The bond flared faintly, a thread of warmth across the void, anchoring me, calling me closer. She didn’t turn immediately, eyes fixed on the ancient being, expression tense but defiant.I forced myself to run forward. Every fragment of the broken world underfoot seemed to shift as I moved, trees of fractu