All Chapters of The Stolen Alpha : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The team approached the doorway to the Trial of Wisdom, their determination and curiosity piqued. The Emissary's voice echoed through the chamber, his words laced with a hint of caution."The Trial of Wisdom requires cunning and insight," he warned. "You must solve the ancient puzzle of the Elements. The balance of nature hangs in the balance, and only those who understand the harmony of earth, air, fire, and water shall succeed."As the Emissary finished speaking, the doorway swung open, revealing a chamber filled with intricate mechanisms and symbols representing the four elements. The room was a marvel of ancient engineering, with gears, levers, and pulleys woven together in a complex tapestry.The walls were adorned with murals depicting the cycles of nature: the earth's seasons, the air's currents, the fire's transformations, and the water's flows. The team's eyes widened as they took in the sheer scope of the puzzle.Athena's gaze locked onto the symbols etched into the floor. "

As the team approached the pedestal, the air thickened with anticipation. The Shadowstone, radiant with an ethereal glow, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. Its dark surface, polished to a glassy sheen, reflected the faintest hint of their determined faces.Rylan's hand closed around the Shadowstone, feeling its power course through him like a river of fire. The artifact's energy resonated with his own, amplifying his strength and resolve. Its smooth surface warmed to his touch, as if alive.Athena's healer senses detected a surge of energy emanating from the Shadowstone, like the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers. "The Shadowstone's power is immense," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her eyes widened with awe, drinking in the artifact's majesty.Eira's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with determination. "We must ensure Ravenswood never claims it," she warned, her voice low and urgent. Her hand instinctively rested on the hilt of he

Suddenly, The Emissary's body convulsed, his limbs twisting in unnatural positions, like a puppeteer's strings snapped. His spine arched, and his head flung back, exposing his vulnerable throat. The air was heavy with the stench of corruption, a noxious odor that clung to his trembling form."Ah, gods...please," he begged, his voice strained, barely above a whisper. The words were torn from his lips, as if ripped from his very soul.Tristan and Rosalind rushed to his side, their footsteps echoing through the chamber. Concern etched their faces, their eyes wide with alarm."The Emissary, what's happening?" Tristan asked, his voice laced with urgency. He grasped the Emissary's shoulder, trying to stabilize his convulsing body.Rosalind's empathic senses detected the darkness spreading within the Emissary, like a stain seeping through fabric. She felt the cold, calculating presence of the Order's influence, its malevolent energy coursing through his veins."The Order's infection," she wh

Cathryn's eyes locked onto Orion's, her voice trembling like the gentle quiver of a leaf. The flickering candles in the throne room danced across her face, illuminating the depth of her emotions."Orion, I have so much to tell you," she began, her words barely above a whisper. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very walls were leaning in to listen.Orion's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with a mix of curiosity and longing. His hands, still clasped in hers, felt warm and strong, a lifeline to the past."After the attack," Cathryn continued, her voice cracking like the fragile ice of a winter's dawn, "I fled, pregnant and alone." The memory of that desperate flight seemed to echo through the room, the sound of pounding hooves and rustling leaves.The scent of old leather and parchment wafted from the ancient tomes lining the shelves, a reminder of the secrets kept and revealed. Cathryn's breath hitched, as if the weight of those secrets still pressed upon her chest

The following morning, Cathryn's eyes locked onto Orion's, her gaze burning with determination. "The Order's infection remains," she pressed, her voice urgent. "We can't let our reunion be cut short."Orion's face reflected his own concern, his eyes clouding with the memory of the Order's manipulation.Rylan stepped forward, his expression grave. "The healers have concocted a potion to slow the infection," he said, "but a cure remains elusive."Cathryn's jaw clenched, her mind racing with the implications. "What's the holdup?" she asked, her voice firm.Rylan hesitated, his eyes darting to Lucine before returning to Cathryn. "The Order's dark magic has mutated the poison. Our healers are struggling to find an antidote."Orion's face paled, his eyes flashing with fear. "How much time do I have?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Rylan's expression softened. "The potion will slow the infection, but... we estimate weeks, perhaps months, at most."Cathryn's hands tightened arou