All Chapters of The Death-Chosen Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Only agonizing wails remained in the hall.Nyssa was on the verge of fainting from the pain. Her gaze, twisted by the torment, finally swept toward Caelum, who was kneeling nearby like a living corpse.This was her final lifeline."Caelum..." Nyssa crawled toward him, spitting up blood mixed with pus, trying to put on a pitiful facade. "I truly didn't know anything about the ledger. I am innocent. My sister has gone mad. Save me...""Are we not... are our souls not bound?""You can't just watch me die..."She reached out, trying to grab the edge of Caelum's moon-white robes.Before she could touch him, Caelum lunged forward, kicking her viciously in the chest and sending her flying.He didn't use any magic, but he used every ounce of his physical strength.Nyssa slammed into a distant stone pillar like a broken ragdoll, vomiting a massive mouthful of black blood.Everyone was stunned.Caelum slowly stood up. He turned his head to look at Nyssa. His handsome face was now crawling with v

Thanatos's voice echoed through the grand council hall, every word slamming into the souls of the elves like a heavy hammer.In the hall, the Elven King, highest ruler of the court, finally appeared. Stripped of all pride, he all but rolled off his throne to prostrate himself on the ground before the phantom of Death and me."Great Lord of the Underworld! Honored Emissary!""This is entirely the selfish doing of the Vaelen family and my rebellious son! The royal family... The royal family would never dare disrespect the emissary!"To appease the wrath of the Underworld and save the crumbling World Tree, the Elven King ruthlessly severed all ties."From this moment forth! House Vaelen is stripped of all noble titles! Stripped of all magic and assets!" the Elven King roared his commands. "Banish them to the mud zone of the lowest depths! For eternity, they are forbidden from setting foot in the upper levels!"I looked coldly at the Elven King, so quick to sacrifice his own kin, and scoff

Before the gates of the Underworld, the eternally lingering, freezing astral winds howled like blades.The stone slabs here were colder than deep ice.Caelum lay flat on the pitch-black stones. He had crawled all the way from the mud zone for three days and three nights.His luxurious robes were now rags. The flesh on his knees had been worn to the bone, and the nails on his fingers were torn and curled back.But the hand clutching the ring remained suspended, as if terrified to let it touch a single speck of dust.Hanging by a thread, he stared despairingly at the tightly shut massive black doors.Just as his consciousness was on the verge of scattering completely, the abyssal gates slowly creaked open, revealing a sliver of a gap.A pure, rich fragrance of spectral flowers drifted out, dispelling the nauseating scent of blood around him.Wearing an extraordinarily magnificent dark night divine robe, with the black-gold crown symbolizing the divine authority of the Underworld on my he