Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shadow Of Noctis: In The Cruel Prince’s Grasp: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ZadeThe borderlands of No Man’s Land were every bit as merciless as the legends claimed.The pine forests had long since given way to a kingdom of barren black cliffs and eternal snow, where the wind didn’t simply blow—it sliced through flesh like countless frozen blades.My warhorse had finally given out.Two miles earlier, it had collapsed to its knees in the snow, its lungs rasping desperately for the thin, icy air. I couldn’t bring myself to drive it any farther. I left it sheltered inside a narrow rock crevice with the last handful of grain I had left.From there, I continued on foot.Each step sank to my knees in untouched snow. My legs felt as though they were made of lead, yet the inferno burning inside me refused to let me stop for even a heartbeat.The bond inside my chest continued to pull with ruthless force.That distorted connection a few minutes ago had nearly driven me insane.When I le

Zade The howling blizzard fell silent inside my head in a single deafening instant. My boots came to a halt in the knee-deep snow. Lucius was one step ahead of me, but his presence, the heavy breathing of the horses, even the exhaustion weighing down my own body ceased to exist. Until now, the bond, that invisible, unbreakable bridge connecting Eira and me, had carried only her pain, her fear, and the dark, pulsing desire burning within her. But now… Something else was there. A foreign presence. A cold, arrogant, icy touch slithered into my mind like a venomous serpent, coiling itself around the pure, heated energy radiating from Eira. A man. And he was with her. “Look at her, Prince…” the stranger whispered, his icy voice echoing directly inside my skull. I didn’t just hear his words. I felt his gaze. I felt that miserable bastard looking at Eira. W

ZadeThe Fortress of No Man’s Land was no ordinary structure. It was a dark, living wound carved into the flesh of the mountain peaks. As Lucius and I crossed the moat beneath the main gate, the air changed. The cold was no longer our only enemy. Magic seeped from the stone walls themselves, heavy, suffocating, and haunting.“This doesn’t feel like a guarded fortress,” Lucius remarked, gripping his twin swords tightly. “It feels more like a tomb.”“Then it’s about time we woke the dead,” I replied, driving a single kick into the rusted iron braces of the main gate.The gates burst open.No guards waited for us in the courtyard.Only the wind howled through the rows of stone pillars.The sight before me stole my breath.Noctis stood there, frozen solid, like an enormous black statue.Seeing my dragon, the other half of my soul, trapped so helplessly within the ice filled me with such fury that the black

EiraThe sound of the first clash was as if the mountain itself had split in two.The dark armored royal knights crashed against the defenders of the throne room like a wave, but that wave struck an unstoppable wall of flame. The bond that had previously existed only between Zade and me expanded, transforming into a pulsing, unstoppable magical triangle, its third point raging outside in the courtyard. Noctis’s presence in my mind was like a massive, dark storm cloud, scorching, wild, and endlessly loyal.I raised my hands, and greenish white aether magic burst from my fingertips with a scream.This was not a simple spell. The moment my light met the strikes of Zade’s shadowsteel sword, the two energies fused together. One moment, I sent a dozen royal hunters flying through the air with an invisible telekinetic force, the next, black and golden flames erupted from Zade’s blade, burning them to ash before they could even hit the ground. We moved as if we were a single body, a single mi

EiraDarkness released me slowly, reluctantly, as if I were swimming up from a deep lake filled with dense, heavy water.The first thing I became aware of was warmth. Not the scorching, destructive heat that had nearly consumed me in the throne room, but a soft, soothing warmth. The air was filled with the scent of pine resin, incense, and dried herbs, mingling with the sharp, rain-soaked smell of ozone I would have recognized among a thousand others.I opened my eyes. My vision was blurred for a moment before it slowly came into focus. I was lying in a spacious, domed stone chamber on a thick bed layered with soft animal furs. The walls were broken up by rough yet beautifully carved stone pillars, and in one corner, a massive fireplace crackled with a comforting blaze.And there he was.Zade was slumped over on a low wooden stool beside my bed. He had already removed his armor and weapons, wearing only a simple black linen shirt and trousers. His hair was messy, dark stubble covered