Beyond Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Kora’s POVThe dawn came quietly, gray and thin, seeping across the valley like breath on cold glass. I didn’t sleep at all. Edward did, but only after I convinced him that I was fine—that I wouldn’t wander off again, that I wouldn’t follow any shadows into the woods. It was a lie.The fire in me wouldn’t rest. It whispered constantly now, not in words but in sensations—images, half-formed thoughts. A door. A heart of stone. The scent of ash and blood. I could almost feel the world itself humming around me, as if everything was waiting for something to break.When I rose, the camp was already stirring. Mara was barking orders, as always. Seraphine stood near the edge of the ridge, her staff buried in the soil, her expression distant. And Edward… Edward was sharpening his blade with the same calm intensity that made everyone else trust him.He looked up when I approached. “You didn’t sleep.”I shrugged. “Neither did you.”He smiled faintly. “We’re becoming a fine pair of insomniacs.”I

Kora’s POVThe following days passed like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to see through. The camp prepared for war, but it wasn’t the kind of war you could measure in blades and blood. It was one of patience, of watching and waiting for a darkness that moved like mist, impossible to pin down.The witches were uneasy. The wolves restless. Even the wind seemed to carry tension in its breath. Every step I took felt watched, every glance a question.Mara did her best to hold the command together, but I could see the cracks in her mask. She was used to fighting enemies she could sink her claws into. This—shadows, whispers, ancient prophecies—this wasn’t her battlefield.I spent most of my nights outside the campfire circle, watching the horizon burn orange and fade into nothing. The mountains had turned cold, the air thin enough to sting the lungs. The fire inside me burned brighter now, reacting to everything—the moon, the ground, the pulse of magic that seemed to thrum beneath my s

Kora’s POVThe days after the battle passed in fragments. Sleep eluded me, and when it came, it was shallow—haunted by flashes of fire and shadow. I’d wake with my palms burning faintly, as though my body still remembered the war my mind wanted to forget.Edward tried not to hover, but he did. Every time I caught him watching me across the room—his hands folded, his jaw tight—I knew he was waiting for signs that something was wrong. Maybe he thought Aaron had left some trace inside me, some seed of darkness that would grow in silence.The truth was, I wasn’t sure myself.Each night, when I closed my eyes, I still felt a flicker of warmth that wasn’t entirely mine. A pulse deep within my chest—like a second heartbeat. I told myself it was just memory. Just echoes. But sometimes, when the wind howled through the fortress, I thought I heard him whisper my name.I’d stand by the window until dawn, staring into the snow.I told no one.Not Edward. Not Mara. Not the healers who tried to coa

Kora’s POVThe storm began that night. Not the kind that raged outside with wind and rain, but the kind that settled inside me—the storm that whispered his name through every heartbeat. Aaron.Even after we returned to the fortress, I couldn’t shake the echo of his voice. Find me at the edge of the veil. It looped endlessly in my mind like a song only I could hear.Edward saw it too—the faraway look in my eyes, the sleepless nights, the tremor in my hands when the fire stirred without warning. He didn’t ask, not right away. But the silence between us had weight.It wasn’t anger. It was fear—his for me, and mine for what I was becoming.On the third night after the temple, I woke to the sound of wind rattling the windows. The fire in the hearth had burned low, casting long shadows across our room. Edward was sitting at the desk, still dressed, a stack of maps spread before him.“You can’t sleep either?” I asked softly.He didn’t look up. “I stopped trying.”I pulled the blanket tighter

Kora’s POVThe wind carried a chill sharper than ice that morning, the kind that seemed to whisper secrets through the trees. The sun had barely risen, and already, the air was thick with a tension that pressed against my chest. Edward stood beside me on the training field, his arms folded, watching the horizon like he could already see what was coming.The northern sky was changing.For days now, the color of the clouds had been wrong—too dark, too alive, twisting with veins of shadow and flame that shouldn’t exist in nature. The wolves were restless. The guards spoke in whispers. And deep inside, the mark on my wrist pulsed like a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely mine.Aaron’s fire.Edward noticed me staring at it. “Still glowing?” he asked quietly.“Like it never left,” I murmured, rubbing the faint light beneath my skin. “It’s weaker, but it’s there. Sometimes I think I can hear him.”He frowned. “Hear him?”“Not words. Just… echoes. Like he’s standing at the edge of my thoughts, wa