All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kyara's POVThe darkness was more than just the absence of light; it was a living entity. It curled about us, pushing against my flesh and crawling into my consciousness as if it intended to expose my deepest anxieties. Every sound felt amplified, every heartbeat like a drumbeat echoing in a space.Eric stood close by, his presence stabilizing me even as the world appeared to crumble into anarchy. His fingers brushed across mine, bringing a flood of comfort through me. "Stay with me," he said softly but steadily.I nodded, but he could not see it. The symbol on my hand lit up again, engulfing us in a pale silver radiance. It was a weak light, barely enough to break through the oppressive darkness, but it was better than nothing."Do you feel that?" Eric inquired, his voice tense.I did. The air was vibrating, conveying a deep, low hum that I could feel in my chest rather than hear. There was more than one presence. The shadows were not leaving. They were gathering and circling, waitin

Kyara’s POVSharp, unrelenting pain shot across my chest. I attempted to move, but my muscles screamed in protest. Darkness engulfed me, choking and alive, throbbing with an unsettling force that seemed all too familiar. For a minute, I couldn't tell where the shadows stopped, so I started."Kyara!"Eric's words shocked me from the blur of agony and terror. His golden light flickered like a fading ember on the distant horizon. Too faint. My heart wrenched at the concept. I needed to go to him. I couldn't let him confront it alone.I forced myself up with shaky arms, panting for oxygen. The earth underneath me seemed chilly and uneven, like cracked glass about to break under my weight. My brand burned on my hand, and the silver light flickered faintly, as if it, too, was losing strength."Come on, Kyara," I told myself, forcing my legs to move. One step. Then another.The shadows responded by hissing and writhing about my feet like living chains."Don't fight it," a voice hissed, deep

Kyara's POVThe golden light streaming from the entrance intensified, showering the cavern with a brightness that seemed both magnificent and frightening. My heart raced in my chest as the thing on the other side approached. It wasn't just a presence; it was a force, radiating strength so enormous and overwhelming that my knees buckled under its weight.Eric stood alongside me, his golden glow constant despite the sweat on his brow. His jaw stiffened, his hands squeezed into fists, but he spoke calmly."Kyara, whatever comes out of that gate—" He turned to me, his eyes flaming with determination. "We confront it together. Always."His words sparked a warm sensation in my chest, but there was no time to answer. A harsh, bone-chilling snarl resonated from the expanding fissure, causing the cavern to shake fiercely. As the gigantic figure emerged, the air became heavier and more tension-filled.The thing was massive, with its bulk wrapped in a whirling cloud of darkness and light. Jagged

Kyara's POVEric's light flickered dimly in my arms, and his breathing was feeble. His blood felt warm on my shaking palms, and for the first time in my life, I realized what it was to be powerless. The stranger's comments reverberated in the shattered air around us, nasty and merciless.Save him, or save yourself.The hideous beast drew closer, its blazing eyes echoing the confusion in my emotions. My brand pulsed on my wrist like a second heartbeat, seeking something I was not prepared to give. Every instinct screamed for me to go, to survive, but the thought of leaving Eric behind devastated me more than the earth beneath my feet.Eric's brilliant eyes met me. His voice was scarcely audible, each syllable a strain. "Kyara, don't." "Do not let him control you."Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I shook my head forcefully. "Do you think I'll let you go?" After everything? No. I, not him, will decide what happens next. My voice broke, but I intended every word.The guy stared at us, un

Kyara's POVThe Rift howled in front of me, a gaping tear in reality's fabric, its call simultaneously warning and inviting. The voice—Eric's voice—still rang in my head, weak but firm: "Find me."I tightened my hands, the weight of his body gone from my arms, replaced by a frigid nothingness that threatened to consume me whole. He was gone, but not completely lost. I could still feel him, a glimmer of golden light weaving between the silver threads of my mark.The Rift pulsed, its whirling mass daring me to move ahead. I paused. My breath came in short bursts, and my heart pounded against my rib cage. Every instinct shouted to flee, to survive. But instincts were no longer adequate. Not without him."I'm coming, Eric," I muttered my words a pledge and a vow.The earth underneath me trembled as the Rift extended, its tendrils reaching out like ravenous fingers. Every second, the world around me darkened, morphing into something monstrous. I took a step closer, the silver mark on my wr