Novel & Cerita Imperial Affliction Ending

At last, everything is over. The End

They fell into a daze, dropping their weapons and falling into a deep, terrible depression. Some of the soldiers began to sob, some of them wailing their lungs off. Some of them even picked up their guns, shooting themselves in the head. Wilbur wove through the crowd, all the people around him turning impossibly hopeless and ending their lives in various ways. The agony they felt was so unbearable that death seemed to be their only release. Such was the power of the Emperor's domain: Dirge of Despair. Within mere seconds, the Scorpion Army had lost half their men. The remaining soldiers fell into a hopeless frenzy as well, flailing around like they had lost their minds.

It was the true diary of the late Solar Queen—Kaelen’s mother. I flipped the page, my eyes hyper-magnified as the ancient script rolled into my vision. The text wasn't a casual journal of court balls and gold-gilded banquets; it was a desperate, frantic record of a mother tracking her own family's descent into madness. The third generation must be pure, the script read, the ink faded to a blood-like brown. Richard has spent a decade forcing the scullery maid to swallow the silver-ash medicine to rot her shadow wolf, but his real cruelty is inside our own nursery. He has woven the Imperium Imperato—the royal submission spell—straight into Kaelen's channels.

One unknown, the other known. “I believe that we can stop the war before it has began,” I stated. “How, no imperial has ever,” she said. “We are different. We are unified,” I said. “Wait, what! We? No, you! You are the imperial here,” Frost said. I shook my head. Frost mouth fell open, she closed it and opened it again. “I can not believe my luck,” she said. “I mean like, the last group of imperials ended up dead,” she suddenly said.

“…So the system basically fixed itself.” The man nodded. “In a way.” Emily looked at Adrian. “So it’s really over?” Adrian glanced toward the screen one last time. Then nodded slowly. “Yes.” For the first time that night… The room felt quiet. Peaceful. Ryan stretched his arms. “Well.” “That was the craziest night of my life.” Daniel laughed nervously. “No argument there.” Emily stepped away from the console. The empire was no longer hers. It belonged to the world now. And maybe…

“Don’t ask too many questions. It’ll be quick.” “Okay.” Concern still tightened my features when she walked out of the door. I got up on my feet. “Ren, open up!” I knocked on Ren’s door two doors next to mine. He quickly opened as if he was about to get out. “What’s wrong?” “What’s the effect of Imperium?” “How do you know about that?” He looked concerned. “Just fucking answer me.” I widened my eyes at him. “Dilated pupils and you pretty much know instantly once you see it on someone. He can be distracted or too focused when controlled.”

It bit to infect. ​"It’s a regression," I said, my medical brain fighting through the panic. "The Imperial magic was a filter. It refined the wolf-spirit. Without it, the spirit is reverting to its original, feral state. The 'First Wolf' is calling the beast back to the wild." ​All around us, the "civilized" world was dissolving. Warriors were losing their minds, turning on their mates. The order we had tried to build in the vacuum of Solas’s death was being shredded in minutes.

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.

I could see the exhaustion sitting heavy behind her eyes, the accumulated weight of months fighting a war that kept shifting shape every time we thought we understood its edges. "What happens to Darian in all this?" she asked eventually. "If Selena's charged. If Alessia's exposed for burying it. He's the one who actually suffered because of all this, and he's the one who just handed us the evidence that ends both of their advantages at once."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.