Chapter 128
Chapter 129
Roana,
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“She….” The color drained from Estelle’s face when the man standing beside her, his expression twisted with horror, told her about my eye color changing to purple. “She is a secr p>
The words escaped her with a sharp, shaky breath. Estelle looked at the man, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric of her sleeve. “Master. The reason why the Mortias have been trying to create trouble… I think it’s her! The sixth child with the last ability p>
The tension hung in the air the moment she said it. The clown-like man’s expression darkened, the playfulness vanishing entirely. His jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed with something cold and calculating. “So she really is a Mortia, Keane didn’t lie about it p>
“Yes. I have been trying to access that ability, but I wasn’t born with it.” Estelle walked around me, her footsteps slow and deliberate, her gaze sharp as she scanned me like I was something unnatural, something that shouldn’t exist.
“It will be problematic. If the Mortias get her under their control we will be doomed. We have already killed three of their elders p>
His eyes sharpened further, his lips thinning. “Should we get rid of her p>
“We must. It’s also a matter of time before Cassian arrives. We can’t deal with them.” Her voice was cold, almost emotionless. “Unfortunately, we have provoked two of the strongest races. And she can see the future anytime soon. If she uses her power against us, we are doomed.” She breathed out sharply, as if the thought itself weighed heavily on her chest.
“No wonder she could enter the barrier I put around our people She gritted her teeth in frustration, her face turning a bright shade of red.
“Kill her… Guards!” he screamed, his voice echoing off the stone walls, but Estelle stopped him immediately.
“Stop, Master. I have a plan. Right now, she can win, even against us. My magic doesn’t work on her. She didn’t even flinch when I met her for the first time p>
I sat there quietly as they decided how to kill me, my posture relaxed despite the chains biting into my skin. But-
“Then?” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with violence. “Maybe can tear her throat p>
“Won’t work. Mortias are fast healers. Within seconds, they can heal themselves.” She objected again, her voice sharp. “Throw her into the Infinite War p>
The corner of her lips lifted into a wicked grin. “I don’t think she is strong enough to fight. She will see hell p>
Infinite hell. I had heard about this before. It was a battle arena where all the rogues and warriors fought against one person. In the Northern Region, the worst and most wanted criminals were sentenced to this kind of death. They died after constantly fighting waves of rogues and warriors, under scorching heat or bone-freezing cold, until their bodies finally gave
“Master! We should get rid of her first. Later, we will use Elle to kill Cassian. If she stays alive, we are doomed p>
Estelle looked desperate as she kept pointing her finger at me. Her breathing grew uneven, her composure cracking. I leaned back into the chair, the chains coated with Wolfsbane and Black Moon Flower oil burning my skin relentlessly.
But the pain became so constant that it faded into the background, like a dull hum I no longer paid attention to.
“If they are sending us to the Infinite Hell, does that mean I can be free?” Rye’s voice echoed sharply in my mind. “They won’t put
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Chapter 129
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Chapter 129
Roana.
“She… The color drained from Estelle’s face when the man starling beside her, his expression twisted with horror, told her about my eye color changing to purple. “She is a scer p>
The words escaped her with a sharp, shaky breath. Estelle looked at the man, her hands trembling as she clutched the fabric of her sleeve. “Master. The reason why the Mortias have been trying to create trouble… I think it’s her! The sixth child with the last ability p>
The tension hung in the air the moment she said it. The clown-ke man’s expression darkened, the playfulness vanishing entirely. His jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed with something cold and calculating. “So she really is a Mortia. Keane didn’t lie about it p>
“Yes. I have been trying to access that ability, but I wasn’t born with it.” Estelle walked around me, her footsteps slow and deliberate, her gaze sharp as she scanned me like I was something unnatural, something that shouldn’t exist.
“It will be problematic. If the Mortias get her under their control we will be doomed. We have already killed three of their
elders p>
His eyes sharpened further, his lips thinning. “Should we get rid of her p>
“We must. It’s also a matter of time before Cassian arrives. We can’t deal with them.” Her voice was cold, almost emotionless. “Unfortunately, we have provoked two of the strongest races. And she can see the future anytime soon. If she uses her power against us, we are doomed.” She breathed out sharply, as if the thought itself weighed heavily on her chest.
“No wonder she could enter the barrier I put around our people She gritted her teeth in frustration, her face turning a bright shade of red.
“Kill her… Guards!” he screamed, his voice echoing off the stone walls, but Estelle stopped him immediately.
I
“Stop, Master. I have a plan. Right now, she can win, even against us. My magic doesn’t work on her. She didn’t even flinch when I met her for the first time p>
I sat there quietly as they decided how to kill me, my posture relaxed despite the chains biting into my skin. But-
“Then?” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with violence. “Maybe can tear her throat p>
“Won’t work. Mortias are fast healers. Within seconds, they can heal themselves.” She objected again, her voice sharp. “Throw her into the Infinite War p>
The corner of her lips lifted into a wicked grin. “I don’t think she is strong enough to fight. She will see hell p>
Infinite hell. I had heard about this before. It was a battle arena where all the rogues and warriors fought against one person. In the Northern Region, the worst and most wanted criminals were sentenced to this kind of death. They died after constantly fighting waves of rogues and warriors, under scorching heat or bone-freezing cold, until their bodies finally gave
“Master! We should get rid of her first. Later, we will use Elle to Hill Cassian. If she stays alive, we are doomed p>
Estelle looked desperate as she kept pointing her finger at me. Hr breathing grew uneven, her composure cracking. I leaned back into the chair, the chains coated with Wolfsbane and Black Moon Flower oil burning my skin relentlessly.
But the pain became so constant that it faded into the background, like a dull hum I no longer paid attention to,
“If they are sending us to the Infinite Hell, does that mean I cane free?” Rye’s voice echoed sharply in my mind. “They won’t put the chains on that time p>
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“That’s right. But are you sure you can win against all the rogue Lasked calmly.
“Are you underestimating your own wolf, Roana?” she scoffed. We both know we aren’t weak p>
I smirked, leaning further into the chair despite the restraints. “Absolutely. So, shall we get ready for that?
“I’ve been ready since Keane betrayed us. Now I’m thirsty for blood p>
We smirked together while Estelle and her master decided to thow me into the Infinite Hell fighting arena.
Around five minutes later, three guards approached and added other layer of chains, just to make sure I didn’t break free. The cold metal clinked loudly as it wrapped tighter around my wrists and ankles. I barely reacted. However, the thought of Keane telling them that Black Moon Flower was deadly to me, and that they should use it to control me, made my chest ache in a way no poison ever could.
I was happy when he told me he liked me. Not because I was in love with him, but because he was the very first person who ever told me that he loved me.
And it made me question something deeply.
A person who is in love with you… can they really hurt you and use your weakness to control you, just because you didn’t like
them back?
To me, that wasn’t love. It was nothing but infatuation or attraction, Otherwise, how could they hurt someone they claimed to love?
As I was dragged through the hallway, my footsteps echoed against the stone floor. The air grew heavier with every step, carrying the metallic scent of blood and rust. From a distance, began to hear it-the low, feral howling of rogues, mixed with snarls, screams, and the clash of weapons. It sent a shiver down my spine, not from fear, but from anticipation,
The dungeon opened into a massive open space. The arena stool ahead like an ancient fortress, built of dark, weathered stone, its walls cracked and scarred from countless battles. Tall in gates towered at the entrance, stained with old blood that had never truly washed away. Spiked barricades lined the edges, and above, broken watchtowers loomed like silent witnesses to endless slaughter.
The entire dungeon was surrounded by desert, endless stretches of sand glowing faintly under the sun. Yet to the west, a massive forest rose unnaturally, lush and dark, completely out of place. It felt displaced, as if it had been torn from another land and forced to exist here. Beyond all of it, I could hear the distant roar of the ocean, waves crashing violently against unseen cliffs.
Just as I walked toward the arena entrance, my attention shifted Keane. He stood beside Elle, his posture stiff. Next to her, a man stood protectively, his arm subtly positioned as if shielding her. Keane’s face was pale, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes refused to meet mine at first, darting away before snapping back, filled with conflict and something that looked dangerously close to regret.
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Good morning, Keane!” I greeted cheerfully, grinning playfully. The heavy weight of the chains felt like nothing now. “Are you sure you can win against Cassian? The Lycan King who is exceptionally blessed with the Moon Goddess’s blessings and the purest, strongest blood p>
His hands curled into fists, knuckles whitening. His lips trembled before he spoke, his voice strained. “What are you trying to say, Your Highness?” he gritted his teeth.
“That in every aspect, he is better than you. And I will choose him every time p>
His
my
widened, shock flashing across his face. His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, his shoulders sagged as eyes
if words struck deeper than any blade. I gave him one last playful rin before turning away and stepping outside the dungeon.
Every soldier, warrior, and prisoner watched as I walked toward the Infinite Hell. Whispers spread like wildfire. Some stared in morbid curiosity, others with pity, and a few with excitement eager for the bloodshed to come.
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