Semua Bab The Curse Within : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Sofia’s POVThe camp buzzed with the intensity of preparation, but in the middle of it all, I felt a coldness—a sense of inevitability that the worst was yet to come. Warriors moved like shadows, their movements sharp and focused, the firelight casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Even the wind seemed to carry a heavy weight, whispering warnings through the trees, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I stood on the edge of the camp, away from the hustle, my gaze fixed on the flickering flames of the fire. Each crackle seemed to echo my thoughts—unstable, restless, and full of fear. I’d faced challenges before, but nothing like this. Nothing that felt so final.The weight of the legend sat heavily on my shoulders. It had been growing steadily for weeks now, pressing in on me like a storm cloud, darkening my every thought. I had been trained, I had learned to harness my power, but nothing had prepared me for the sheer scale of what was to come. What if I wasn’t enou

Sofia’s POVThe night was unnervingly silent. Even with the murmur of warriors shifting around the camp and the crackling of the central fire, there was something unnatural about the stillness in the air. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash of war.I sat near the fire, absently running my fingers over a smooth stone I had picked up along the way. The weight of everything pressed down on me—Thorne’s army, the coming battle, the legend that clung to me like a second skin. The uncertainty gnawed at my insides, and despite Alaric’s reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, something beyond my understanding.A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I hadn’t slept properly in days, and my body was demanding rest. But I wasn’t sure I could afford to close my eyes.Still, the fatigue was too strong. My body grew heavier, the sounds around me fading into an eerie quiet. The world around me tilted, my vision blurring, and befor

Alaric’s POVThe night was cold and oppressive, thick with the kind of silence that weighed down on your chest. We sat in the heart of our camp, gathered around a fire that crackled with unnatural heat, the flames casting long shadows across the faces of the warriors around me. The tension in the air was palpable—each of us knew what was at stake, and the unknowns loomed over us like a storm about to break. But even amidst the uncertainty, there was a feeling of something shifting, something important turning in our favor.Sofia sat beside me, her eyes distant, still processing the events of the past days. I could feel the quiet hum of her energy, the subtle power she now wielded with a quiet certainty. She had embraced her role, her gifts, though I knew the weight of it still pressed down on her. Despite her fear, despite the uncertainty she carried, she had done the impossible. She had reached into the minds of Thorne’s warriors, planting seeds of doubt and fear. Now, we were starti

Sofia’s POVThe night felt heavy, oppressive, as if the very air around us was thickening, suffocating. The calm before the storm, I thought, though it didn’t feel like calm at all. I had been walking around the camp for hours, unable to settle my mind. Too much had happened in too little time, and now everything seemed poised on the edge of breaking.Thorne was becoming more erratic by the day. His decisions were rash, his temper volatile. But it wasn’t just him—it was his army, too. I could feel the tremors of doubt creeping through their ranks, a quiet undercurrent that threatened to pull everything apart. His warriors were beginning to question, to falter. The cracks were widening, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to shatter everything.I felt Alaric before I saw him. His presence was like a weight in the air, grounding, comforting. He had become my anchor in this chaos, the one constant I could rely on, even when everything else seemed to be slipping through my fingers. His foots

Alaric’s POVThe air was thick with tension, a heavy, oppressive atmosphere that settled over the battlefield like a storm before the rain. I stood at the forefront of my forces, eyes scanning the horizon, searching for any sign of movement. My warriors were ready, their weapons sharp, their expressions determined, but the waiting was always the hardest part. It was a necessary evil, the calm before the chaos.Sofia stood beside me, her gaze equally sharp, though there was an unreadable depth in her eyes. She wasn’t just a warrior anymore. She had embraced something darker, something more powerful. Her dream abilities, her growing control over the shadows, had shifted the tides in our favor, but now, with the battle at hand, we would need to rely on more than just influence from afar."You’re ready," I said, my voice low, though my words were an attempt to reassure both of us. Sofia met my gaze, a slight nod confirming my words, though I could see the flicker of uncertainty behind her