Semua Bab Crimson Love: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Night belonged to vampires. As the last traces of sunlight disappeared beyond the shattered horizon, life slowly awakened within the Crimson Court. Hidden beneath an immense mountain range, beyond ruined cities and forgotten roads, lay one of the oldest vampire sanctuaries still standing. Nature had swallowed its existence centuries ago. Thick forests concealed the entrance, while towering cliffs hid vast caverns carved into a kingdom of black stone.Unlike Zelios, there were no electric floodlights or military discipline. The Crimson Court embraced darkness. Hundreds of crimson lanterns burned with a steady glow, casting warm red light across polished obsidian floors. Ancient pillars disappeared into the cavern ceiling, their surfaces etched with symbols older than recorded history.Silence ruled here. Not because the inhabitants feared speaking. But because every word spoken in the Court carried weight. At its center rose a circular throne carved from a single slab of black stone.U

The first hint of dawn crept across the ruined skyline. Far above the broken towers, the eastern horizon softened from black to deep violet. The stars faded one by one, swallowed by the coming light.Husen looked toward the sky. "We're out of time."Sera followed his gaze.The battle had carried them farther than either of them had realized. Streets had become valleys of shattered concrete. Entire buildings had collapsed into one another, creating a maze of broken walls and exposed steel. Neither of them could make it back before sunrise. Not without crossing open ground.Not while injured."We hide," Husen said simply.Sera gave a silent nod. For once. There was no argument.They moved through the silent ruins carefully. Every step sent dust drifting from cracked ceilings. Broken glass crunched beneath their boots. The city felt different after battle. Empty. Listening. Eventually Husen stopped before what had once been an apartment building. Only half remained standing. The upper fl

Commander Aldren remained standing long after the communication screen went dark. The office fell into silence. Only the low mechanical hum from Zelios' generators filled the room. He stared at the blank display, his jaw tight.Beside him, Dr. Elias slowly removed his glasses and rubbed tired fingers across the bridge of his nose. Neither of them spoke. Neither needed to. The disappointment in the High Council representative's voice had carried more weight than anger ever could.It sounded. Patient. Too patient."They're already making plans," Aldren finally said.Elias looked toward him."I know.""They asked one question.""'Has Sera returned?'""And when I answered no..."Aldren exhaled quietly."They didn't argue.""No demands.""No accusations.""They simply ended the call."Elias folded his arms."Which worries you more.""It should."Silence settled again.Aldren walked toward the narrow window overlooking Zelios. The city was quiet. Hunters rested after patrol. Engineers repai

The ruins had grown quiet. Not peaceful. Never peaceful. Only quieter than the battlefield Sera had left behind hours earlier.The sun had already slipped beneath the horizon, leaving behind a sky painted in fading crimson. Long shadows stretched between the broken buildings, turning every alley into a place where danger could hide. Sera adjusted the strap of her sword across her shoulder and continued toward Zelios.Every muscle in her body protested. Her arms still ached from fighting beside Husen.The cuts across her forearms had already begun closing faster than they should.She refused to look at them. She refused to think about why. Just keep walking.One step. Then another. The city remained silent. Too silent. Her instincts screamed. Someone was watching. She stopped. The wind slipped through cracked concrete and shattered windows.Nothing. No footsteps. No growls. No movement. She exhaled slowly."I'm getting paranoid..." A quiet laugh echoed from above. "You noticed."Sera's

The fortress of Nysera stood where no map dared to draw it. Hidden beneath the shattered remains of an ancient mountain, its towering halls were carved from black stone polished smooth by centuries of existence. Crimson crystals jutted from the walls like frozen veins, casting a blood-red glow through endless corridors. The air carried the scent of damp earth and old blood, while silence ruled every corner.Unlike Zelios, there was no warmth here. No laughter. No bustling voices. Only discipline. Only fear. At the end of the great hall, upon a throne carved from obsidian, sat the Vampire Queen herself.Nysera.She rested her cheek against one gloved hand, emerald eyes half-lidded with boredom. Her long silver-white hair flowed over the arm of her throne like liquid moonlight, contrasting sharply with the crimson silk draped over her slender frame. Gold ornaments rested against her pale skin, their beauty unable to soften the predatory elegance she possessed.She looked young. Too youn