Whispers Of Ember Hallow: The Luna's Awakening のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

RION POV "The second body was found in the garden," I began, my tone calm yet carrying the weight of the situation. "The same mark was carved into the flesh. It matches the symbol on the first victim." The council room was the last place I desired to be after the events of today. Alas, one rarely receives what they truly wish for. Following Seraphina's discovery of the body, we commenced our investigation immediately. The same mark was found carved in the same location. The King’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes dark with concern. "This mark," he said slowly, "is not something we can ignore. It is a deliberate act, meant to send a message—one that speaks of enemies moving too close to the throne.""Indeed, Your Majesty," Councilman Daruis interjected, his hands clasped together as he leaned slightly forward. "It appears our enemies are getting bold. The bodies are placed where they will be found, but there are no signs of how they were brought there or how the killer is able to byp

SERAPHINA POV My bed felt too hot as I tossed and turned. The blanket felt like they were chains wrapped around my body. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. I couldn't sleep, couldn't breathe. Sleep offered no respite, as nightmares relentlessly pursued me from waking reality into the realm of dreams. My restlessness intensified, threatening to drive me to the brink of madness if I remained confined to my chamber. I rose from my bed and hastily donned my trousers and tunic, leaving the shirt unfastened. I had no intention of encountering anyone. The hour was well past eight, and the curfew was in full effect. The consequences of being discovered while traversing the palace grounds clandestinely would be severe. I abandoned my boots and just left my room barefooted. I needed to be as quiet as possible. I moved silently through the moonlit corridors of the palace, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The curfew had long passed, and the palace w

SERAPHINA I stood in the training yard, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the ground. Each strike against the training dummy was an attempt to work through my frustration, but the memory of my earlier confrontation with the men loomed large in my mind.I had seen the disappointment in their eyes and I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. Aric though… I can't really understand him. As I lunged forward, a sudden pain shot through my leg, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground with a sharp groan. The training yard, once my refuge, now felt like a prison of my own making.I tried to rise but the pain was so sharp I fell back down, a louder groan escaping my mouth. I had outdone myself today. It was well past the hours my training was supposed to be over, but I couldn't bring myself to end it. Now look at me. I clenched my teeth and tried to rise agai

KEALEN POV "There will be no need for us to bring the war to them," I said as I sat. "They have brought the war to us." The room fell silent for a while before the King recovered and spoke. "What news do you bring?" "Your Majesties, esteemed councilmen," I began, my tone firm. "I bring news that renders our debate moot. The enemy’s army is not merely a threat; they are already upon us." Gasps rippled through the assembly, disbelief mingling with fear. Rion’s brow furrowed, concern etching deep lines across his face. "What do you mean?" "There are reports of their encampment just beyond the border, a vast force gathering to strike. I must say their numbers are quite large. We do not have the luxury of time to summon our allies. War has come for us, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not." A hushed silence enveloped the council as my words sank in. Earlier today my scouts had reported the encampment. The nu

ARIC POV I sat in the dimly lit room, a silent observer to the raw emotion unfolding before me. Seraphina, the woman who had entered our lives like a flickering flame, now sat cradled in Kaelan’s arms, her body trembling with silent sobs. I felt a pang of helplessness, torn between my instinct to comfort her and wanting to keep my distance. The war's toll on her was unbearable. I loathed the pain it inflicted, the suffering she endured. She always presented a composed facade, hiding the depths of her anguish behind a mask of reserve. Despite the turmoil in my heart, I remained rooted to the spot, unable to move. Seraphina’s earlier declaration to join the fight had sparked an avalanche of concern within me—a fierce desire to protect her from the horrors of war that I myself had witnessed. I could not fatho