บททั้งหมดของ The Prophecy's Pawn: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Kyara’s POVThe hush following the fall was deafening. Dust hung thick in the air, hanging in my throat as I gulped for breath. My hands hammered against the jagged stone barrier that stood between me and Eric, but it remained still."Eric!" I yelled, my voice rough and cracked. "Answer me!"Nothing.Panic seized me like a vice, squeezing tighter with every second of silence. My legs weakened, and I slumped against the hard stone, feeling the weight of the cavern and the heavy shadows push in. The mark on my hand pulsed irregularly, seemingly mocking my weakness.He could not be gone. He could not.A low rumble in the distance interrupted my spinning thoughts. It began softly, a murmur under the thick quiet, but gradually became louder. Closer.Then I heard it.The grumble.Low, guttural, and savage.My head jerked up, and my body tightened. The shadows at the edge of the gloomy tunnel moved oddly, almost as if they were alive. The bright eyes that pierced the darkness revealed all I

Kyara’s POVThe room pulsed with a gentle, golden glow, almost like it was alive. I sat up, mind whirling and body shaking from the fall. My hand throbbed as the mark shone brighter than before, showering the walls with an ethereal brilliance.I was not alone.The figure moved closer; their moves were beautiful yet unsettlingly purposeful. As they emerged from the darkness, I breathed deeply. The individual resembled me almost exactly—a mirror warped by age and knowledge, with silver streaks through jet-black hair and eyes that appeared to have galaxies inside them."You look like you've seen a ghost," they remarked in a melodious yet authoritative tone."Who—who are you?" I sputtered and immediately backed away.They gave a small smile and tilted their heads. "Who I am is not the proper question, Kyara. The correct inquiry is, "Who are you?""I don't understand." My voice scarcely rose beyond a whisper.The person extended a hand, palm open. They had the same burn marks on their skin

Kyara’s POVThe frigid wind blew on my face as Eric and I stood paralyzed in the field. The moonlight gave everything a faint, silvery shine, but it did nothing to alleviate the chill. Victor's voice resonated in the distance, low and taunting, but powerful."Welcome to my domain, little wolf," he murmured, emerging from the shadows as if the darkness itself had produced him. The enormous stronghold loomed behind him, its jagged spires slicing through the night sky like terrible teeth.I tightened my grasp on Eric's hand, pulling strength from its warmth. He hugged back, a subtle reassurance that I wasn't going through this alone.Victor's smile deepened as he approached, his movements unnervingly smooth. "What do you think about my sanctuary?" Fitting, isn't it? "A place where darkness thrives and hope perishes.""You talk too much," I shouted back, my tone harder than I felt. My tattoo pulsed softly, a reminder that I carried something Victor feared—or, at least, desired.Victor laug

Kyara’s POVThe sense of falling was more than simply physical; it was cerebral, emotional, and completely overwhelming. The air surrounding me felt alive, dense, and merciless as if the abyss had a heartbeat. Eric's yell rang faintly above me, and I stretched out blindly, hoping to feel the warmth of his touch in this vast nothingness."Eric!" My voice broke as I twisted in the darkness, looking."I'm here!" His voice broke through the oppressive gloom, forceful but urgent. "Kyara, hold on to me!"I felt his hold as soon as my feet touched anything solid. It wasn't earth—it was too cool and smooth—but it could support my weight. Eric landed beside me, his arms around my waist to keep me stable before I slumped. His golden eyes flashed, a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness whirling about us."Are you hurt?" His hands moved over my arms and shoulders, looking for injuries."I'm fine," I muttered, my heart pounding in my ears. "But… where are we?"Eric straightened, his jaw hard

Kyara’s POVThe figure's voice echoed over the wasteland, shaking the earth underneath me. My pulse raced as my mark flared with searing heat, becoming brighter with every passing second. It seemed as if the molten fire was alive, tearing through my veins and attempting to engulf me.Eric stood in front of me, his back straight and immovable, his golden light throbbing against the figure's suffocating gloom. "Whatever you are," he muttered, his voice a deep, menacing rumble, "you'll have to get through me first."The stranger cocked their head, and a giggle escaped their lips. "Ah, Eric Blackwood," they remarked in mocking tones. "How noble. Very predictable. But this is not your struggle. "It never was."I took a step forward, automatically holding Eric's arm to keep myself steady. The heat from my mark was unbearable, scorching into my hand and demanding release. "You keep talking about destiny and the truth," I said, my voice shaking but resolute. "Why don't you stop hiding behind