บททั้งหมดของ BETRAYED BY HER BLOOD, CLAIMED BY THE NIGHT: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Do you think the stone in my chest makes me blind to the rot in yours, Klaus?" Sofia’s voice was no longer a human sound; it was the grinding of continental plates, a low-frequency hum that made the very air in the command tent vibrate with a terrifying, sapphire resonance. She didn't move her head—she couldn't, as the crystallization had climbed her neck like a jagged collar of blue diamonds—but her indigo eyes burned with a light that stripped the shadows from every corner of the room."I did what I had to for the survival of the order! You’re a tempest, Sofia! You’re a child playing with the foundations of the world!" Klaus screamed, his voice cracking as he backed away from the glowing, translucent figure. He held the signaling device like a holy relic, his knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. "The Queen offered a return to the old ways! A world where things made sense! Not this... this blue nightmare you’ve brought upon us!

(PELLA’S POINT OF VIEW)"Does anyone else feel like we’re just standing here waiting to be turned into blue glass?" Pella asked, her voice tight as she tightened the straps on her medical field pack. She didn't look up at the ridge where Sofia stood; she couldn't. The sapphire glare was so intense it felt like a physical weight pressing down on her shoulders. Around her, the wounded were moaning, their skin scorched by the reflected heat of the Void-Glass walls that loomed ahead like an impossible nightmare."We’re waiting for a miracle, Pella. That’s what people do when they follow a goddess," Zilo replied, his eyes fixed on the telemetry of the gates. He was leaning against a supply crate, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to adjust his pulse-blade. "But look at her. Sofia is locked in a stalemate. She hits that wall, we die. She doesn't hit it, the Sunderer burns us to grease. It’s a math problem with no survivors.""It’s not a math problem. It’s a design flaw," Pella counte

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Does the air taste like copper to you, Nomo, or is it just the smell of my own dying cells?" Sofia’s voice was a jagged rasp, the sound of crystal grinding against crystal. She stood within the threshold of the Great Gate, her boots crunching on the glittering dust that used to be a million-ton slab of Void-Glass. Her silver hair didn't flow in the wind anymore; it hung like a heavy, metallic shroud, clinking softly with every micro-movement of her neck."It tastes like a grave, Sofia. Stay behind me until we clear the first perimeter," Nomo replied, his voice strained through his breathing mask. He gripped his pulse-rifle with white-knuckled intensity, his eyes darting across the empty boulevards of Eldergloom. He didn't want to look at her—not because he didn't love her, but because seeing the sapphire-jade scales climbing her throat made his own chest feel like it was being crushed by a hydraulic press."Behind you? I am the only thing keeping the atm

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Can you feel that, Nomo? The ground isn't shaking anymore because of the war. It’s shaking because the world doesn't know how to hold both of us at once," Sofia said, her voice a hollow, haunting chime that echoed off the obsidian walls of the Battery Chamber. She stood in the center of the room, her hand still pressed against the Dark Heartstone’s cage, but she wasn't the one in control anymore. The sapphire crystallization had crossed her collarbones, turning her chest into a rigid, glowing breastplate of indigo light. Every breath she drew felt like pulling jagged glass into her lungs, yet she did not falter."I feel it, Sofia. It’s like my blood is trying to flow backward," Nomo replied, his voice strained as he struggled to stand against the mounting gravitational pressure. He had discarded his pulse-rifle; the metal had begun to warp and twist in the polarized field. He was ten feet away, his hand outstretched, reaching for a girl who was rapidly

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Does the truth taste like ash in your mouth, Sofia, or is it the first thing you've actually recognized as yours?" Seraphina’s voice was no longer a shout; it was a rhythmic, velvet purr that seemed to bypass Sofia’s ears and vibrate directly within the crystalline structure of her ribs. The Queen stood tall over her, her silver robes scorched but her presence expanding until she filled the room with a cold, suffocating majesty. The Dark Heartstone hovered between them, a weeping eye of violet shadow that drank the light from the sapphire-jade fissures on Sofia’s skin."It tastes like a lie that has been rotting for a thousand years," Sofia gasped, her hands trembling as she pushed herself up from the cracked obsidian floor. Every movement sent a screeching pain through her crystalline joints. The blue of her skin was no longer pure; it was bruised by streaks of dark indigo, the color of a stormy sea at midnight. "You didn't give me a destiny, Seraphina