Replaced by His First Love의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The wet, sickening thud of steel hitting bone echoed in my skull louder than any wolf’s howl, and before I could even process the scream tearing at my own throat, I saw the silver-tipped shaft protruding from Kael’s chest.It happened in the three seconds it took for the convoy to clear the East Wing’s final salt-ward. The world didn't just turn violent; it turned into a slaughterhouse."Kael!" I didn't shout his name—I spat it, a jagged, desperate reflex that tasted like copper and ice.He didn't fall. Not yet. He stood at the head of the vanguard, his massive frame a silhouette against the rising, bruised-purple haze of the Rogue lands. But I saw his knees buckle. I saw the way his fingers, raw and blistered from the trial, clawed at the air as if trying to catch a scent that had suddenly vanished."Ambush!" Marcus’s voice roared through the comms, followed by the frantic whirr-thwip of a second volley.I vaulted out of the lead APC before it had even fully skidded to a halt. My boo

"Mommy! It’s biting me! The light is biting me and I can’t—I can’t let go!"The comms unit didn't just crackle; it shrieked with the sound of Leo’s voice being ripped in half. In that heartbeat, the world I had meticulously rebuilt since the river simply ceased to exist. My lungs seized, a vacuum of air where a breath should have been, and the Ear-Ringing tinnitus of absolute, paralyzing terror drowned out the low, tectonic rumble of the Black Abyss."Leo!" I didn't shout; the name tore out of me like a shard of glass, jagged and blood-slicked.I was standing at the edge of the obsidian ledge, the heat of the volcano rising in thick, sulfurous waves that tasted like ash on my tongue. Kael was inches away, a ruin of a man whose scent of Rain and Burnt Pine was currently nothing but a hollow echo because of the toxin in his veins. He couldn't smell the danger, but he could hear the agony of his son through the link."Mommy... it’s

"His skin is peeling back like charred parchment, and I can hear the sound of his childhood turning into absolute ash."Phoenix didn’t just scream; her soul physically tore open as the obsidian walls of the cave dissolved into a nightmare she had spent four years trying to outrun. She wasn't standing in the Black Abyss anymore. She was back in the East Wing, but the air didn't smell like lavender and security—it reeked of burnt milk, scorched silver, and the sickeningly sweet, metallic tang of vaporized blood.In the center of the inferno stood Leo.He wasn't her little genius in a bow tie. He was a fissure in reality. Golden cracks, as jagged as lightning and as deep as canyons, were ripping throug

The violet fragment didn’t just throb in my rucksack. It screamed. Subsonic. Molten metal. Ancient hate. My teeth ached with every pulse.Dry heat seared through the lead lining. Bitter rock dust. Metallic sweetness of cooling magma. A parasitic fucking weight. It was proof we were carrying a piece of a god already eating my son alive from three miles away.“Mommy! It’s… cracking! My hand—turning into the sun!”Leo’s voice tore through the comms. Not crying. Gasping. Breathless. Like his own blood was skinning him.Kael slumped in the jump-seat. His huge frame was hollowed out. Charred leather. Gray ash. The toxin had done it

"You traded my son’s life for a seat at a table made of bones, and you think bleeding out on the volcanic ash is enough to pay the debt?"Phoenix didn’t just speak; she let out a jagged, mocking laugh that sounded like a blade being dragged over stone. She stood over the shattered body of Elder Vance, the Council’s most precious mole, whose throat was already whistling with the wet, final breath of a man whose loyalty had been bought with a death warrant. The air around them didn't smell like the Northern woods anymore; it was a suffocating cocktail of bitter rock dust, acrid sulfur, and the metallic, sweet tang of cooling magma."Serena... she wasn't.