บททั้งหมดของ Where Ashes and Oaths Collide: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Suddenly the image changed and the two figures were engulfed in tall flames that surged upward around the figures without completely engulfing them, forming a jagged wall of orange and gold. Smaller tongues of fire creep across the ground in front of the bodies, weaving between the amaryllis stems and licking at the edges of the white sheets. And then we were plunged into darkness. Escuridade stared at Escuro’s outstretched hand, her fingers twitching. “It spoke to you,” she repeated, her voice flat, stripped of its earlier anger. “What did it say?” she did not reach for his hand. Instead, she leaned forward, her purple eyes locked onto his, searching for the subtle shifts in his expression that might betray a hidden truth. “Escuro, if something like that is loose in the world– something that can show visions, something that can reach out to a man’s mind– then we are not just fighting a war. We are being hunter.&

Escuridade took a single step forward, her purple eyes never leaving his. The amaryllises at her feet pulsed with the same deep, rhythmic crimson, as if acknowledging him. “What did you find down there?” she pressed, her tone demanding. “And do not give me another riddle.” “It does not matter,” Escuro said simply. “I have what I need to defeat the Santo Order.” His red eyes landed on her, drinking in every detail. “You should join me,” he said suddenly. The offer hung in the air between them, as heavy and sudden as a lightning strike. She stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her mind racing to catch up with the sheer audacity of his words. “Join you,” she repeated, the words tasting like ash. “You mean join your little crusade against the Santo Order. You mean paint a target on my back once again.” Escuridade laughed, a short, bitter sound that had no humour in it. She paced a

The coarse fabric of Escuridade’s robes was cast aside, leaving her skin bare and vulnerable to the cool air and his warmth. “Escuro,” she murmured, her voice caught between a plea and a command. The shadows in the room had grown quiet now, almost respectful, huddling in the corners like a spectator at a sacred rite. The only sound was the uneven rhythm of their breathing and the soft rustle of fabric. his mouth moved down her chest slowly, until his lips closed around one of her nipples. The sensation was a tidal wave, crashing over her senses and leaving her breathless. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers clenching so tightly in his black hair that she feared she might pull.Every touch of Escuro’s hands felt like a brand against her skin– searing, intimate, and utterly grounding. She had spent so long being something feared, something broken, something to be contained. But here, under the weight of him, she felt entirely real. “Do not stop

“Even when you were pretending not to care. You showed me your big heart,” Escuro said to Escuridade, her voice softening. “You felt so much empathy for others. You would get angry for them and feel sad for those suffering. And whenever I though this war was getting to much… you would show me why it was still worth fighting.” She went still; her hands stilled against his chest. The words seemed to settle deep within her; more potent than any incantation she had ever woven. She looked away for a moment, her gaze falling to the tangled sheets, her jaw tightening as if she were physically resisting the weight of what he was saying. Then, slowly, she turned her eyes back to him. The purple glow was soft now, steady and warm.“I thought I was hiding it well,” Escuridade said, a trace of her old wryness returning to her voice, though it was fragile. “I thought if I did not let anyone see it, no one could use it against me.” She

“You turned him into one of us,” Escuridade said, her voice devoid of anger. It was worse than anger– it was a quiet, devastating clarity. “A half-breed. A creature that can never truly go home again.” She stood up slowly, her movements mechanical. She walked to the window of the shrine, looking out at the dark forest. “I thought if he knew how we felt. Being hunter… being hated for simple existing…” Escuro started. “It is a weak justification. I know. And if I could have done it to a less decent man I would have. But the other Santo knights would rather die than submit. Not Luz, he was willing to sacrifice everything to save lives. I thought maybe if he came to understand that we are worth saving too… that he would want to save us.”Escuridade did not turn around. Her silhouette remained frame against the window, the dark forest pressing against the glass like a living thing. “You gave him empat