Shifter Deathbound Curse のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Stefan and Kit stood before Siron, positioned between the shadows and the moonlight. The knife in Stefan’s hand was not aimed at him; he gripped it tightly as if for support."We don't have much time," Kit whispered, his eyes darting around to monitor their surroundings. "The guards will realize you're gone any second.""You... you believe me?" Siron asked, still hesitant."We believe you," Stefan answered firmly. "But more importantly, we know who the real traitor is. And it’s not one of the three of us.""Then who?"Stefan and Kit exchanged a look. "Maya," Kit replied softly. "That member of the Order. But it's not her doing, she’s been possessed by the Temptress. She’s the one who took Gideon’s medallion and planted the map in your room."Siron remembered Maya, looking pale and weak after being rescued from the cave. "But how is that possible? We already saved her.""The Temptress left a trace in her, just like she did with Stefan," Kit explained. "She

The giant fiery figure opened its "mouth," and from within emerged a man in royal robes and a crown, Alaric. His face bore a striking resemblance to Siron’s, though he looked older, his eyes burning with thousands of years of hatred. He hovered before the flames, fixed on Siron with a gaze that made Siron’s blood run cold."Finally we meet, my distant grandchildren," Alaric’s voice echoed, sounding double: one part a normal human voice, the other like the roar of a bonfire. "It is time to finish what was started thousands of years ago."Siron struggled to stand, though his body felt as if it were being consumed by fire. Beside him, Stefan groaned in agony, the smell of charred flesh rising from the burns on his arm. The High Priestess remained unconscious, her breathing shallow and ragged."Alaric," Morat growled in Siron’s mind, his voice thick with pure loathing. "He’s the one who ordered my murder! The one who cursed his own bloodline!""Calm yourself, Morat," Lyr

Kit stepped closer. His smile was the same as ever, soft, warm, but his eyes cast a foreign silver glint, like coins illuminated by pale moonlight.“Siron? Are you alright? You look... broken,” Kit said. His voice sounded doubled, a deep, vibrating undertone hidden beneath his usual calm demeanor.Siron took a step back, his back hitting the cold stone of a shattered headstone. The scent of damp earth and ozone still hung in the air among the temple ruins. Elara had already vanished, leaving behind a warning that thrummed in his head: The Whisperer. He infiltrates through trust.“I’m... I’m fine, Kit. Just... a lot has happened,” Siron replied, trying to steady his voice. The weaves in his veins, the golden threads of his blood, pulsed weakly. The blue threads of Morat and the pink of Lyra were barely visible, thin as smoke.“I know,” Kit said, now only a breath away. He raised his hand as if to touch Siron’s shoulder. “I saw everything. It was horrible. But it’s ove

The silver light pierced like a frozen needle, tearing through his breastbone. Siron felt no physical pain, but rather an invasion, his thoughts and feelings were hijacked, twisted, and poisoned by an alien certainty: PEACE IS POSSIBLE. IT IS SIMPLE. WITHOUT WAR.He saw flashes: his bright apartment, Kit laughing, college books scattered about, no dark shadows, no ancient whispers. A normal life. Beautiful. Possible.But beneath the surface, within the weave of his veins, two thin strands of blue and pink pulsed violently, radiating a protective wave of heat. That warmth spread from his chest, fighting back the silver chill. Morat and Lyra, their fragile traces, were fighting for him."Siron!" Stefan lunged, his body slamming into Siron and knocking him aside, breaking the silver light's contact. The two of them went rolling over the rubble.The silver light vanished, leaving a stabbing hollow sensation in Siron’s chest. Kit stood motionless, staring at his own hands with a bewildered

The purple light from Gideon’s staff flared, illuminating the forest in an unnatural hue that turned the leaves to metallic shards and their skin to the pallor of a corpse. The smug smile on the old man's face transformed him from a wise priest into a menacing stranger.“Gideon?” Stefan sat up, his face etched with bitter betrayal. “What... what are you doing?”“I am finishing your work,” Gideon replied, his voice flat and stripped of its usual warmth. “The Unification ritual required more power than two exhausted descendants and two dying spirits could provide. I simply injected a little... nudge.”Elara struggled to her feet, her dagger raised. “A nudge from where? That’s not ley line energy. It’s dark. Alien.”“Dark? Oh, no, my dear.” Gideon swung his staff, and the purple light danced through the air, leaving trails like smoke. “This is the color of a higher purity. Energy from beyond the ley lines. From an older source.”Siron remained on his knees near the weakened Kit, his body