All Chapters of THE FORBIDDEN BOND OF FATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Four Against One

Meanwhile… The fight between Anana and the Black Wanderers had already begun.The first Wanderer stepped forward with a mocking grin still plastered across his face.He didn't rush her like a man facing a dangerous opponent.He strolled in with the lazy confidence of someone convinced the fight was already over."Let me show you how a blade is actually used."With a scornful snort, he raised his sword high above his head.There was no caution in his stance… no hesitation… no respect for the woman standing before him.He wasn't aiming to kill her outright… He wanted to break her.To leave her wounded, helpless, and painfully aware of how hopeless it had been to draw steel against him.With a dismissive scoff, he brought the blade crashing down in a heavy overhead strike, pouring brute strength into the attack, fully expecting her to panic… or freeze… before the sword ever reached her.He never imagined… That he was the one who had already made a fatal mistake.He never completed the

The First Drop of Blood

This time they kept their distance from one another, attacking from different angles, determined not to repeat the same mistake.Anana watched them come.The corners of her lips curved into the faintest smile.The first Wanderer attacked with everything he had.The remaining three moved without a moment's hesitation.They descended upon her as one, every strike executed with flawless timing, each attack sealing off another path of escape.A sword screamed towards her throat… An axe swept low with bone-shattering force, intent on ripping open her side… A spear shot towards her back with murderous precision.Twin blades flashed towards her legs, seeking to cripple her where she stood before the killing blow could follow.Four seasoned killers!… One woman.Steel came at her from every direction… a merciless storm of flashing blades, each strike calculated to tear her apart before she could make a single move.For the briefest heartbeat… surviving seemed impossible.Then!Anana moved…She

A Dangerous Revelation

The three Wanderers froze.For one heartbeat, they simply stared at the blood running down Anana's arm.Then the realization struck.She had bled!After everything… their missed strikes, her impossible speed, the way she had slipped through every attack they threw at her… they had finally touched her."We got her!"One of the Wanderer's voices cracked with disbelief before rising into a wild shout."She's bleeding!"Another stared at the wound, his eyes widening as a breathless laugh escaped him."She actually bleeds!"Relief crashed through them with intoxicating force.The fear that had strangled their hearts only moments ago shattered instantly, replaced by fierce, reckless triumph. For the first time since they had faced her, they had proof that she could be hurt.The last Wanderer threw back his head and laughed, pointing at the blood streaming down Anana's forearm."I knew it!"His scarred face twisted into a triumphant grin."All that speed… all those tricks…"He took a step to

The Second Form

The giant Wanderer suddenly stopped.His colossal war hammer hung loosely in his massive hand as he stood amidst the ruined battlefield, his enormous chest heaving with each heavy breath.For several seconds, he did nothing.Then… BOOM!He slammed the war hammer into the earth.The impact detonated through the forest.Dirt and shattered stone erupted around the weapon as the ground cracked beneath its colossal head. A thick cloud of dust sprang upwards, rolling across the battlefield and briefly swallowing the giant's lower body.Then… He roared.The sound was deafening.A savage, thunderous bellow erupted from the giant, ripping through the ancient forest and rattling the very trees around them.Leaves trembled violently before breaking loose from their branches and spiraling through the air.Even the Black Wanderers watching from a distance weren't spared.The monstrous roar tore through them, sending shivers down their spines as their entire bodies instinctively tensed.For a mome

Two Battles, Two Nightmares

The massive wing tore through the forest floor, carving a deep furrow through the soil as dirt and roots erupted behind him.His body continued sliding.Ten feet!Twenty!More…His boots finally struck the ground.Lucien dug his heels into the earth, forcing himself to stop.For a moment, he remained there.Then he slowly straightened.His wings spread behind him, their immense obsidian span stretching wide as his sword hung loosely at his side. His chest rose once... then twice... each measured breath carrying a chilling stillness. Slowly, he lifted his head. His piercing blue eyes had darkened. The glow within them seemed colder now... more dangerous... as though something far more ruthless had awakened behind them.His gaze drifted past the towering giant without the slightest interest.It settled upon the six witches.They were still chanting. Still feeding the runes. Still weaving forbidden magic into the giant's battered body. As long as they continued their relentless hymn, th

The Hidden Weakness

The battle between Lucien and the giant had already raged for several minutes.And still… Lucien had barely managed to leave a mark.His blade tore across the giant Wanderer's arm.Shing!The edge bit into flesh.For the briefest instant, Lucien felt the resistance of muscle beneath his blade.Then… The runes blazed.Crimson light raced across the giant's skin, and the shallow wound sealed almost instantly. Torn flesh knitted itself together before the blood could even properly flow.Lucien's eyes narrowed.The giant swung.Lucien twisted aside as the colossal war hammer tore through the space where his head had been a heartbeat earlier.BOOM!The weapon smashed into the earth, sending chunks of stone and dirt exploding in every direction.Lucien didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped straight into the opening.His sword flashed.Shing!One strike tore across the giant's shoulder, another carved into his ribs, followed by cuts across his thigh and abdomen. Lucien attacked from differen

I Was Wrong

The moment their formation broke, the six spheres scattered violently.One tore through a cluster of Black Wanderers.Another ripped through several ancient trees, reducing bark and splintered wood to fragments.A third detonated against the forest floor, sending earth and debris erupting into the air.The remaining three exploded across the battlefield.Black Wanderers screamed.Several were hurled through the air.Others abandoned their positions entirely, scrambling away from the witches and diving behind trees, boulders, and shattered stone for cover.Within moments…The six witches stood completely exposed.But Lucien wasn't watching the chaos around them.He was watching them… Every single one.Their crimson eyes remained open for only a few seconds.Then…One by one, their eyes closed again.Their hands slowly lowered as their voices resumed, slipping seamlessly back into the sinister rhythm.The chant returned as though the interruption had never happened.Lucien's eyes narrow

The Price of Instinct

Then…The witch slowly opened her eyes. There was no fear in them, no hatred, no panic. Only a quiet, almost heartbreaking acceptance.Her crimson gaze never lingered on Lucien.Instead, it drifted past him… Past the blade buried in her chest… And settled upon the giant charging towards them.For a long moment…She simply looked at him.The deafening roar of the battlefield seemed to fade into the distance.The giant was still racing forward with all the fury of a living catastrophe, yet the witch's expression softened with an emotion that Lucien couldn't quite name.Sorrow?Affection?Perhaps even… farewell?Then…A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, gliding slowly down her pale cheek.Then another followed… And another.Soon, tears flowed freely, slipping silently down her face one after another, each one carrying a sorrow too deep for words.She never sobbed, she never cried out. She simply wept… quietly, helplessly, as though every tear was a farewell she had been holding

A Worthy Opponent

Lucien stood in silence, his piercing blue eyes resting on the giant for several long moments.The battlefield had grown strangely quiet.Only the faint sound of fading magic drifted through the forest.At last...He spoke."...I didn't."The giant's weary eyes widened ever so slightly.For what seemed like the first time since the battle began, genuine surprise crossed his face.Lucien lowered his gaze for a brief moment, as though replaying the battle in his mind.When he spoke again, his voice was calm, carrying neither pride nor triumph."I was searching for your weakness."He paused…"My attention never left you… because there was no way I could reach the witches while you stood between us."His eyes slowly lifted to meet the giant's once more."Then...""I noticed something."His expression remained unreadable."One of them reacted.""So slightly..."He exhaled softly through his nose."...that I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it."His gaze drifted briefly towards the plac

A Worthy End

The remaining Black Wanderers had witnessed everything...Every.Single.Moment.They had watched the witches unravel into drifting crimson-black embers.They had watched the giant stagger… watched his colossal legs buckle beneath him... watched the invincible warrior crash to his knees.And then… They witnessed the impossible.The being they had believed could never be defeated… The monster they had believed stood beyond death itself… The pillar upon which their courage had always rested… Disappear right before their very eyes.Then...Silence!A crushing, suffocating silence swallowed the battlefield whole. It came so suddenly that it felt unnatural.Hundreds of Black Wanderers stood frozen where they were, unable to tear their eyes away from the empty place where the giant had stood only moments before.It was as though the entire battlefield had forgotten how to breathe.Their minds simply refused to accept what their eyes had witnessed.The giant… Was gone! The very foundation

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