บททั้งหมดของ BOUND TO THE DEMON LORD: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE🎀 "Do you really hate being alive that much?" The voice sliced through the silence of the library. Edan spun around, his heart dropping into his stomach. The Grandmaster had reappeared, stepping out of the shadows like a nightmare that refused to end. "I’m not a villain," Edan snapped, his voie defiant. "I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m done being your puppet." The Grandmaster began to move, circling Edan like a predator cornering a wounded animal. "Is that so? Then maybe I should just take your heart instead. It’s clearly too soft to be of any use to me." Edan stumbled back, his heel catching on the leg of a chair. " What are you going to do to me?" "You should know the answer to that," the Grandmaster said, his tone turning into a soft, mocking whisper that was somehow scarier than a scream. "I can't let a failure like you keep breathing. Aren't you embarrassed? After everything I gave you, you're still just a weak, path

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE🎀As Zayla hurried back to her quarters, a heavy, suffocating gloom seemed to hang over the entire palace. She tried to shake the feeling off, heading straight to her room to wash herself, Once she was done, she plopped onto her bed, the mattress bouncing under her as she waited for Lyra. Sometimes, Lyra was already here with a tray of tea and some gossip, but the room remained dead quiet. No Lyra. Nowhere to be found. Frowning, Zayla stood up and walked out into the hallway, her gut twisting with a bad feeling. As she rounded a corner, she spotted two servants huddled together, their voices low and frantic. "I’m telling you, they found him just as the sun was coming up," one whispered. "I can’t believe it. Who would even have the guts to kill him?" the other replied. Killed who? Zayla’s heart started thumping against her ribs. She stepped forward. "Who are you talking about? Who was killed?" The servants jumped, spinning around to

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-THREE🎀 Zayla was shoved hard into a vast, dimly lit space that felt more like a twisted botanical nightmare than a garden. Strange, glowing flowers bloomed in the shadows, their petals shivering in a draft that shouldn't have existed. "What do you even want from me? I don't even know who you are!" Zayla cried out, her voice echoing off the high, dark walls. "Of course you don't." Morgana purred, her eyes flashing with a cold, predatory light. "But you have something locked away in your memory that I need to see one more time". Morgana leaned down, her presence suffocating as she grabbed Zayla’s face with a grip like iron. Zayla swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Stay still," Morgana commanded, and the words hit Zayla, rendering her completely mute and frozen. Morgana’s eyes went vacant for a moment as she sifted through Zayla's memory. Suddenly, she jerked back. "He was in that forest this whole time and I didn't even r

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE🎀 They stepped through the portal and found themselves in a jagged, desolate wasteland filled with towering rocks and sharp cliffs. Perched on a high stone peak was a woman in a flowing, blood-red gown, playing a haunting melody on a dark flute. She stopped abruptly when she saw them, lowering the instrument as she stood up with a slow, curious smile. "And who might this be?" she asked, her voice echoing off the stones. "This is the one," the man replied, his smirk never fading. "The perfect candidate for our little project." He turned toward Rian, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. "Go on, boy. Introduce yourself." Rian stood his ground, looking up at Lyndra. He knew that to get to Asher, he had to play their game. "I'm Rian," he said, his voice hard. "And I'm here to become a monster." Lyndra threw her head back and let out a melodic laugh that echoed against the jagged rocks. "So straightforward," she purred. In the blin

🎀 CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN🎀 Zayla felt her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The shock of the moment was paralyzing, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to push him away. "I’m sorry," Asher whispered suddenly. The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Zayla’s brain stalled *Lord Asher actually knows how to apologize?* "I failed to recognize you," he continued, his voice thick with a mix of regret and frustration. "The second I became Lord Asher, I looked everywhere for you. I swear, I did. I just..." He trailed off, the words failing him for the first time in his life. Zayla stayed quiet, the silence between them heavy with years of missed connections. Finally, she found her voice. "You were the reason I started sneaking out," she muttered into his chest. "I kept going back to our old spots just hoping I’d catch a glimpse of you. You were my first real friend." Asher pulled back slightly, looking down at her with an expression she