Chapter 40 - Killing MachineShe had fought so hard to end her life, to prevent herself from becoming a weapon in Harrion’s hands. Yet here she was, alive, breathing, and very much at his mercy. It was as if the universe itself had conspired against her.Harrion’s smile widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, Georgia,” he purred, “you did not really think you could escape me that easily, did you? You are far too valuable to simply let die. You are going to help me achieve great things.”Fear surged through Georgia, but her body was too weak to react. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but the drug’s effects were too strong, too overwhelming. She could feel her will slipping away, and with it, the hope she had clung to.“You… can’t control… me,” she gasped out, her words slurred, but filled with defiance.Harrion chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill down Georgia’s spine. “Is that so?” he mused, his tone dripping with arrogance. “We shall see about t
Chapter 41 - The Imprisoned“Please! I told you everything I know!” The guard’s voice echoed through the cold, dark dungeons of the palace. His plea was desperate, his body trembling from exhaustion. Blood dripped from his split lip, his clothes torn and bloodstained as he was dragged toward the dimly lit torture chamber.Harrion’s men, unmoved by his cries, threw him to the ground without a second thought. One of them, a grizzled man with a scar running down the side of his face, stepped forward and wiped his hands. “This is what happens when you think you can betray Harrion Bergmont.”“Please...” The guard gasped, trying to rise, his legs shaking. “I swear, I did not—”“Silence.” The scarred man raised his boot and kicked the guard in the ribs, sending him sprawling to the floor again, coughing and wheezing in pain. The other guards laughed as he squirmed. They had seen this scene many times before. Anyone who showed even the slightest resistance was met with brutality, and this man
Chapter 42 - Make Them Fear You“Are you ready, Georgia?”Harrion’s voice rang through the cold, sterile air of the palace’s medical room, where Georgia stood motionless. Her silver eyes stared ahead, devoid of any emotion, hollow like a puppet awaiting the next pull of its strings. Harrion leaned closer, the dark veins from the Bloodstone Amulet creeping further up his neck, feeding him power and control.He studied her face, searching for even the faintest glimmer of resistance — but there was none. She was completely his now. “Tonight is important,” Harrion whispered, circling her like a predator. “You will do exactly as I command.”Georgia did not respond. She did not need to. The Bloodstone Amulet pulsed in time with her slow, steady heartbeat, ensuring her compliance.“Kill them all.” His words came out in a chilling order. “No survivors. Show them what happens to those who remain loyal to Maxton… Make them fear you, Georgia”The small village in the western region had resisted
Chapter 43 - Blood SoakedAnd there, in the center of it all, stood Georgia. Her silver eyes glowed in the darkness, her blade dripping with blood. She turned slowly to face the villagers, her expression blank.The elder stepped forward, his hands trembling as he held up a rusted sword. “Georgia…” he called out, his voice breaking. “You have to stop this. This is not you.”But Georgia did not respond. She moved toward him with slow, deliberate steps. The villagers backed away in fear, but the elder stood his ground, his heart heavy with sorrow.Georgia was gone. And the person standing before them was the perfect weapon of Harrion Bergmont.“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You are
Chapter 44 - Kill Her or Spare?Maxton held a sealed envelope as he sat by the fireplace in the war room, his eyes fixed on the flames dancing in front of him. He traced the uneven edges of the envelope’s flap, showing the hurried tearing of paper to use in encasing the letter inside it. He had just received a coded message from one of his spies embedded deep within the Western Region. It was not Jason but one of his men who had found it difficult to contact him online since he had been on the run when Georgia attacked the village that housed him, luckily, he was able to flee along with other villagers from that land. The room was dimly lit, with only the flickering light from the hearth casting shadows on the wooden walls. His advisors stood nearby, waiting in tense silence for him to break the seal.With a deep breath, Maxton opened the envelope, his fingers were stead
Chapter 45 - The Priority"Georgia must be stopped first."The room fell silent, the gravity of the statement hung in the air like a loaded gun. Tanner’s voice was calm, but the implication of his words was anything but. Maxton’s eyes scanned the faces of his closest advisors and allies, his jaw tightly clenched as he observed them. Tanner’s remark was a necessity, but the procedure for how the idea was to be executed was to be determined."Are you suggesting we prioritize her over the throne?" Regulus’ voice was steady, and his expression was neutral, not showing a glimpse of what he truly thinks about the matter. He was a very practical King, and he had always prioritized his region, and his kingdom over anything else. However, he had never been in a situation where Maxton was now. The dilemma that the western r
Chapter 46 - His Decision: Kill HerTanner leaned forward, his face tight with concern, but his voice steady. "We need to think about this carefully. Harrion’s control over Georgia is absolute right now. But... we have seen her break free before, even if it was only for a brief moment. There might still be a way to subdue her, capture her alive, and break Harrion’s hold."A murmur of uncertainty rippled through the room. The idea of capturing Georgia alive seemed like an ideal solution, but it was a gamble — a dangerous one that could cost them everything. Regulus’s general shook his head in disapproval."Subdue her? Capture her?" the general scoffed. "With all due respect, we have seen what Georgia is capable of. She is not the same woman you once knew. Harrion has molded her into a killing machine, and if we sen
Chapter 47 - Combat Training“Again!”Andor Bergmont’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding as he watched Georgia struggle to maintain her stance. The cold stone chamber echoed with the sound of her heavy breathing, her muscles shaking from the nonstop combat drills. She was dripping with sweat, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the training chamber. But despite her exhaustion, there was no emotion in her face. No frustration. No hesitation. Just obedience. It was an order by her master, to train her in combat, sharpening her like a sword to wield. He knew that she could not just rely on the power of her silver eyes in every fight or battle she was thrown in since the silver eyes utilize the life energy and he would not want Georgia to be drained and die if massive battles occur. She was his greatest weapon after all. He could not af