Dear Alpha, I’m Far Gone의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Zevran's POVThe ruins looked worse in daylight than I remembered.Broken stone. Collapsed walls. Ash stains that rain could not wash away. Evidence of violence is written in every crack and crevice. We destroyed this place thoroughly. Made sure nothing remained to threaten the peace we fought so hard to build.Yet here we stood. Returning because someone else thought differently. Because someone believed treasures still hid among the rubble and ruin.Kaelen moved ahead. Silent. Efficient. His scouts fanned out in practiced formation. Checking perimeters. Marking safe paths. Looking for threats both obvious and concealed. I trusted his judgment completely. Trusted his instincts honed through years of warfare and survival."Clear," Marcus called softly from the eastern approach. "No recent activity in this sector."But the western side told a different story. Fresh disturbances everywhere. Displaced stones. Cleared pathways. Dirt piled in ways that spoke of deliberate excavation rather

  Seraphine's POV The mirror showed a stranger and I had learned to live with her. Scars traced my face like a map of every mistake. Every failure. Every moment I chose wrong and paid in flesh and blood and beauty. The burns never healed properly. Left me twisted. Marked. Hideous in ways that went deeper than skin. I was Lady Seraphine once. Beautiful. Desired. Powerful. Men fell at my feet. Women envied my grace. I commanded rooms with a smile and destroyed rivals with a whisper. All of it is gone now. All of it is ash like the Council fortress. Like my face. Like my life. But I was still breathing and that meant I could still fight. The hooded stranger waited in the shadows of the abandoned cottage. Our meeting place for three weeks now. Ever since he found me half dead in the ruins. Ever since he offered salvation wrapped in vengeance and purpose.

Calista's POVLeaving Noctis felt like tearing away a piece of my heart.I stood at the gates longer than necessary. Memorizing details. The walls. The towers. The place I finally called home after years of exile and pain. Lyra waved from the courtyard. Tina stood beside her. Both women who became family when blood relations abandoned me. Both women I might never see again if this journey went wrong.Zevran's hand found mine. Squeezed gently. "We will return. I promise."I wanted to believe him. Wanted to trust that promises meant something against enemies who wanted us dead. Against weapons we did not understand. Against a fate that seemed determined to test us at every turn. But I nodded. Squeezed back. Took what comfort I could from his solid presence.We rode out as dawn broke. Six of us. Zevran and me. Kaelen leading. Thorne is watching our rear. Two skilled fighters whose names were Marcus and Elara flanked us. Small team. Fast. Armed. Ready for anything except maybe the emotion

  Calista's POV The box sat in my trembling hands and the world narrowed to my mother's handwriting across the lid. For Calista. When you come home. She knew. Somehow she knew I would return. Knew I would find this place. Knew I would discover what she left behind. The certainty of it broke something inside me. Healed something too. My mother believed in me even when I barely believed in myself. "Open it." Zevran's voice was gentle. Encouraging. His hand rested on my shoulder. Grounding. "Whatever is inside, you are not alone." I nodded. Could not speak past the emotion choking my throat. My fingers fumbled with the wax seal. It cracked. Fell away. The lid opened with a soft creak. Revealed contents carefully packed. Lovingly arranged. Left with intention and hope. Letters. Dozens of them. Tied with faded ribbon. My mother's handwrit

 Calista's POV My world stopped moving when Seraphine stepped into the torchlight and smiled with her ruined face. The scars were worse up close. Burns twisted her features into something barely recognizable. But her eyes held the same malice. The same bitter hatred. The same desperate hunger for power that drove her to betray everyone who ever trusted her. She survived. She endured. She came back for revenge. "Hello, Calista." Her voice was rough. Damaged. Like the flames burned her throat along with everything else. "Did you miss me?" "I thought you were dead." The words came out flat. Emotionless. But inside my heart raced. Inside fear and rage warred for dominance. "I hoped you were dead." "Disappointed?" She laughed.  The sound was ugly. Broken. "I was nearly dead. Burned alive while your precious Alistair ran. While he chose you over m