Novel & Cerita Salvation War

At this time, the voice of an elder sounded behind the three Emperors. The three immediately turned around. They quickly greeted him. “Greetings, Supreme War Saint.” Salim Withal smiled. He waved his hand, and an amethyst-gold light engulfed the three Emperors. Instantly, their injuries were healed. The three emperors raised their heads and expressed their gratitude. Salim, who was the Supreme War Saint, approached the three Emperors with his hands behind his back as he looked toward the south. “James’ army has surrounded the Terythor Universe. Can you stop them?”

He gave a faint, bitter laugh, voice ebbing: “You… have control of the blood now. You overcame Genesis.” “Don’t say that. I’ll save you.” “Evelyn…” he whispered. “When the world calls you monster… remember, I once saw in you… the light of a human.” He fell, his yellow eyes dimming, leaving a streak of black blood on her skin. Evelyn trembled, staring at her glowing hands as tears mixed with blood and fell to the floor. “I won’t let them take anyone else.” She rose and looked toward the burning city. On high, the Hunters’ observation tower signaled withdrawal but Evelyn knew the real war was only beginning.

That day, I cut off all contact with Sam and Pera. Seamus had once become my only safe haven, my only salvation, and it was only now that I finally understood how wrong I had been—he was never my savior at all, but the one who had truly killed my father. Just then, the door was pushed open so abruptly it nearly struck me, and Seamus froze as a flicker of shock crossed his eyes. He demanded what I was doing there, and I replied calmly that I had only wanted to talk, that he seemed busy, and that we could speak later.

he revealed, blowing off a part of the compartment for Rachel to see the writings. "They are in poison language, light and darks," she mumbled, translating the words. "Of course there is you," he mumbled and went ahead to bring out a book from the shelves. "These shelves contain all you need to know about the goddess of light and the ones of doom and darkness." He explained. "In this book, you will learn how to summon the one you want," he said and as Rachel reached to take it, he dragged his hands away. "Your turn, tell me what you have in mind?"he asked. "I created a diversion for you,"she replied.

That small light sustained me more than any speech ever could. “Because the war has already found its Guardian.”

“The one who believes they are saving you.” Somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded. Not ambition. Not conquest. Devotion. I closed my eyes. The war was changing shape. And next time, it wouldn’t announce itself as the enemy.

But Salvatore, ever vigilant, intercepted the attack, sacrificing himself to protect his newfound ally. The room fell silent as Salvatore collapsed, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and relief. Guida's heart ached as he cradled his fallen comrade, a sense of profound loss washing over him. Salvatore's sacrifice would forever be etched in Guida's memory—a testament to the redemptive power of change.

Pride and relief softened his features. Across the city, Walter Crane hurled a glass at the wall, brandy splattering across marble. “She turned it on me,” he snarled. Savannah stood in the doorway, shaken but still defiant. “Then we hit harder. This isn’t over.” Walter’s eyes blazed. “No. It’s only beginning.” Savannah hesitated, glancing at the shards glittering on the floor. “You’re talking about fighting a war, Father. But wars destroy more than they prove.”

The moonlight filtered through the window, casting silver shadows across his sharp, beautiful face. “Promise me something,” I whispered. “Anything.” “If it ever comes down to a choice—between saving me and saving yourself—choose me. Choose the baby. Survive. Live. Don't be a martyr.” His jaw tightened. He shook his head slowly. “I can’t promise you that.” “Drake—“