Romans & histoires Venti And Dvalin

I had to play the part of the boring, compliant consultant while my mind rebuilt the battlefield. I stood up, my movements slow and exaggeratedly tired. I walked to the fireplace, leaning my head against the cool marble of the mantel as if I were simply exhausted by the day’s events. My ear was inches from the source of the sound. Scritch. Scritch. Through the stone, I heard a muffled voice. It wasn't Silas. It was a younger man, his tone hushed and urgent. "...not there. The old man said the sub-floor, but the blueprints from '24 show a cavity behind the flue. If it’s not here, Valenti is going to have my head."

Their goals aligned perfectly. But Sera had made one thing clear from the start: this was her revenge, her plan, her timeline. She wasn't working for Dante. She was working with him. She would provide intelligence, create the opening, ensure Kael was vulnerable. And when the time came, the Shadow Wolves would attack during the mating ceremony itself-when the estate would be full of guests, when security would be focused on celebration rather than defense, when Kael would be at his most exposed.

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.” Kael confronts Dren in a chasm, their void-blades clashing, sparks illuminating the abyss. “You’ve betrayed the Veil!” Kael growls, his aura steadying, his faction rallying behind him. Dren’s rebels falter, their Overveil-tainted blades dimming, but Dren’s voice snarls, “The abyss will bury you!” Kael’s blade strikes true, felling Dren, his faction’s rebellion crumbling. Kael turns to me, voice gruff. “We’re with you, Aelys—for good.” His Shadowkin regroup, their void-blades aligning, loyalty solidified.

The comment sent unease through me. The stranger slowly placed a hand over their chest and bowed with mocking elegance. When they straightened, silver light reflected across their faces. "My name is Valen." The cavern grew silent. Fenric's expression changed instantly. Fear, real fear. The kind that appears only when facing a nightmare believed dead. His voice emerged barely above a whisper. "Impossible." Valen smiled again. Unfortunately, that smile answered everything. And in that moment, I realized we had finally come face-to-face with one of the architects behind the destruction of kingdoms.