บททั้งหมดของ Bonds By Blades : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The arena still smelled like blood.It clung to the stone walls, soaked into the sand, and lingered in the air like a ghost that refused to leave. Even hours after the match ended, the echoes of steel clashing and men screaming still haunted the space.Kael stood alone at the center.His knuckles were bruised. His ribs ached with every breath. The thin line of dried blood at his temple itched, but he didn’t move to wipe it away.Pain grounded him.Pain reminded him he was still alive.And survival, in this place, was never guaranteed.“You fought well.”The voice came from behind him—smooth, measured, dangerous.Kael didn’t turn immediately. He already knew who it was.Riven.“I didn’t fight for your approval,” Kael said, his voice low.A soft chuckle echoed across the empty arena.“No,” Riven replied, stepping closer, boots crunching against the sand. “You fought because you had no choice.”That, Kael didn’t deny.He finally turned.Riven looked untouched, as always. Dark coat draped

The silence wasn’t peaceful.It was suffocating.Kael stood by the window, his back to Rowan, shoulders tense beneath the dim glow of moonlight. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, but inside, the room felt too small—too tight for everything they weren’t saying.Rowan hadn’t moved.Not since they got back.Not since the blood. The fight. The way Kael almost didn’t make it out.“You shouldn’t have followed me.”Kael’s voice cut through the silence—quiet, controlled, but sharp enough to wound.Rowan swallowed, his throat dry. “And let you die alone?”Kael stiffened.“That wasn’t your choice to make.”Rowan’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “You don’t get to shut me out like that. Not anymore.”A bitter laugh escaped Kael as he turned around. His eyes were dark, unreadable.“Not anymore?” he repeated, stepping closer. “Since when did you decide you had a place in my life?”That hurt.But Rowan didn’t step back.“Since you kept coming back for me,” he said, voice unsteady but fi

---The night was heavy with the scent of damp stone and smoke from distant torches. Seraphina walked through the hall, her boots echoing softly on the marble floor, every step weighed down by the gravity of what was about to unfold. The last few days had been a whirlwind: betrayals, ambushes, and whispered warnings that never reached their intended ears in time. Yet here she was, standing at the precipice of another confrontation—one that could change everything.Kai was already there, standing in the center of the grand hall. His figure cut a sharp silhouette against the flickering light. Arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes scanning the shadows. When he finally noticed her, his eyes darkened—not with anger, but something deeper, something unspoken.“I thought you wouldn’t come,” he said, his voice low and edged with tension.“I had no choice,” Seraphina replied steadily, though her heart raced. “They’re moving faster than we anticipated. We can’t wait any longer.”Kai’s gaze flickered tow

---The silence between them was no longer quiet.It was violent.Kael stood across the training hall, his chest rising slowly, controlled—but his eyes… his eyes burned like something was tearing him apart from the inside.Rowan could feel it.That pull.That dangerous, suffocating tension that had been building between them for weeks—no, longer.Since the beginning.“You’re avoiding me.”Kael’s voice cut through the air, low and sharp.Rowan didn’t turn.“I’m busy.”A lie.A weak one.Even he knew it.“You’re a terrible liar,” Kael said, stepping closer. Boots echoed against the stone floor. “You used to be better.”Rowan clenched his jaw.He was better.Before Kael.Before this academy twisted everything into something raw and unbearable.“Say what you came to say,” Rowan muttered.A pause.Then—“You think I don’t see it?”Rowan turned sharply this time. “See what?”Kael stopped just a few steps away now. Too close.Always too close.“The way you look at me,” Kael said.The words l

The alarm didn’t stop.It evolved.What began as a steady metallic pulse twisted into something deeper—warped, almost organic. A low-frequency vibration crept through the walls, humming beneath the skin like a second heartbeat.Kael felt it before he understood it.“Something’s wrong,” he muttered.Rowan didn’t answer immediately. He stood still in the corridor, head tilted slightly, as if listening to something far beyond the reach of ordinary sound. His jaw tightened.“This isn’t a lockdown,” he said finally. “This is a breach.”Kael’s chest tightened. “A breach? Inside the academy?”Rowan turned, eyes sharp. “Not just inside. Beneath.”That word lingered.Beneath.Before Kael could press further, a surge of movement flooded the hallway. Students rushed past them, some half-dressed, others gripping weapons they clearly weren’t authorized to carry. Panic wasn’t open—not yet—but it was there, simmering beneath forced discipline.“What’s under the academy?” Kael asked, stepping closer.