บททั้งหมดของ I Married My Mate's Enemy : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Lana’s POVThe valley was quiet in the early morning light, deceptively peaceful. Mist curled along the edges of the cliffs, hugging the trees and softening the ground beneath our boots. The shard in my hand pulsed faintly, its warmth a reminder of the vault and the trials that had left their mark on me.Kael stayed close, eyes scanning every shadow and movement, his hand brushing against mine when I hesitated. “Stay alert,” he murmured. “We don’t know what’s waiting for us.”I nodded, heart still tight from the previous night’s tension. The forest had felt calm, almost forgiving in the moonlight, but dawn revealed the truth: every shadow could conceal a threat, every rustle of leaves a warning.Bastion led the way, analyzing the narrow trails that snaked between cliffs. “We move carefully,” he said. “The valley gives us cover, but it also channels movement. Anyone or anything watching will know our general direction.”Mara, always practical in her own sharp-edged way, muttered as she

 Lana’s POV The valley was no longer quiet.   Shadows moved where there should have been none, the mist curling unnaturally around trees and rocks. Every step forward carried the weight of unseen eyes, and the shard in my hand pulsed insistently, hot now, almost vibrating against my palm. Kael walked close beside me, eyes scanning every shadow, hand brushing mine every time I faltered. “Stay close,” he said, voice low but firm. “They’re here. I can feel it.” I nodded, heart pounding, the warmth of the shard grounding me even as panic threatened to surge. The vault had been a trial. The Echo-Binders were now an immediate threat. This was the first time we faced danger outside the controlled environment of the vault—and it felt personal. Bastion led the way cautiously, dagger drawn, eyes scanning ahead

Lana’s POVThe mist thickened as we entered the narrow corridor, curling around our boots and cloaks like slow-moving smoke. Sunlight struggled through the canopy, splintered into shards that barely reached the ground. Every step felt heavier, as if the valley itself was resisting our progress.Kael led, his eyes sharp, sword ready. “Keep your eyes open. This stretch is deceptive,” he warned.I nodded, gripping the shard in my hand. Its warmth pulsed softly, almost like it was breathing in tandem with me. But something was different—faint, intangible, as if the forest itself was alive, whispering around us.“Do you feel that?” I asked, voice low.Kael glanced at me, jaw tight. “Yes. Watch the shadows. They’re moving… but not naturally.”Bastion crouched near a tree, scanning the mist. “Illusions,” he said. “The forest remembers the vault. Residual magic reacts to our energy. Watchers may manipulate it through these currents.”Mara muttered under her breath, blades at the ready. “Great

Lana’s POVSomething had changed since our encounter with the deceptive watcher.The forest itself felt more hostile, more deliberate, as if it were anticipating our every move.Kael’s grip tightened on his sword. “They’re coming,” he said softly. “I can feel it. The watchers won’t let us advance untested for long.”I tightened my hold on the shard, warmth spreading through my palm. Its pulse quickened—a warning, a guide, a tether to something beyond understanding. “I know. We’re ready,” I said, though my stomach twisted with anticipation.Bastion scanned the valley floor. “They’ll attack using both forest and Echo-Binder tactics. Expect traps, sudden strikes, and unpredictable currents. Stay alert.”Mara let out a low whistle, her blades gleaming faintly in the filtered light. “Unpredictable currents, huh? Just what I always wanted before breakfast.”Dren whimpered quietly behind us. “I… I don’t like the feeling of being hunted.”Kael crouched beside me. “Fear sharpens awareness, Dre

Lana’s POVThe ruins ended abruptly at a jagged fissure in the valley floor. Mist curled over the drop, concealing jagged stones and faint traces of ancient paths that twisted downward. A deep, hollow wind sighed from below, carrying the faint smell of damp earth and something older—almost metallic, like forgotten machinery.Kael peered over the edge, blade drawn. “We go down carefully. One step at a time.”I gripped the shard tightly. Its warmth pulsed in gentle waves, alerting me to subtle energy currents. The fissure wasn’t just a drop—it was an entrance to something alive, something that could sense presence.Bastion crouched, studying the jagged edges. “Natural formations rarely form like this. There are carved steps hidden beneath the overgrowth. And traps. This will be the first real test of insight.”Mara muttered, crouching beside him. “I love how you say ‘test’ like it’s fun. I’m pretty sure this is death waiting to happen.”Dren tugged at Kael’s sleeve. “Do we have to go do