Todos os capítulos de Legendary General Vee's Revenge : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 16

Morning came quietly, the sunlight spilling across the Greyson Hotel in a soft, golden haze. It brushed against the tall windows, pooling across the cream carpet, and for a moment, the world felt unusually still. I moved through my usual morning routine almost automatically, the rhythm of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and straightening my hair grounding me in something normal after the storm of the past few days. Yet, nothing felt entirely ordinary. The coffee on the table smelled faintly of warmth and comfort, but even that small pleasure seemed distant.A buzz interrupted the quiet. I reached for my phone. Jeff.“The plane is ready if you want to leave this morning,” his message read.I typed back immediately: Yes. Come pick me up in thirty minutes.The bath was ready when I entered, steam curling into the air. I sank into the warmth, letting it wash over me. It was more than relaxation—it was a balm, dissolving the tension in my muscles, the tight coil in my chest from the ev

Videl..The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.But tonight, the sensors remained steady. The "Void" was quiet."Approaching the perimeter," Oliver whispered, his face lit by the blue glow of his monitors. "Three minutes to the Goma shoreline. The alloy gates are... they really are wide open, Videl. It’s impossible, but there they are."I stood behind him, my hand gripping the back of his chair, my eyes fixed on the forward viewport. Outside, a thick, unnatural fog clung to the surface of the water,

Videl.."Take her," Atticus commanded, his hand sweeping toward the dark, yawning threshold of the sub-levels. "To the Sanctum of the Blood Moon. She will be the ultimate sacrifice to the god of the abyss on the night of the looming Eclipse. Let her rot in the suffocating dark until the stars align. I want her to have plenty of time to reflect on her failures."I didn’t fight. I didn’t claw at the air or beg for mercy. The resistance that had fueled me for eight years—the fire of the General, the iron will of the strategist—had been extinguished in the moment I saw my army lying dead in the courtyard. I had lost the will. The heavy iron shackles were clamped onto my wrists with a brutal snap, the cold metal biting into my skin, but I barely felt it. I was a shell, empty and hollowed out by the crushing weight of my own ruin.The guards shoved me forward, their hands rough against my shoulders. I was marched down into the bowels of the palace, away from the light of the sun and the air