All Chapters of The Prophecy's Pawn: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kyara’s POVAs I stood at the edge of what was left of the Rift, the darkness appeared to go on indefinitely. The air was dense, sluggish, and lifeless. His golden light, the warmth of his presence, had vanished, leaving an emptiness that clung to me like cold. But I refused to crumble. Eric's words were still imprinted on my soul: "Find me, Kyara. "I'm waiting."My fingertips skimmed against the small imprint on my wrist. It no longer blazed, but pulsed gently, a reminder of the relationship we had. His essence had not vanished—it was someplace beyond the Rift, tied to me like a string of unbreakable hope.The moonlight shone on the lonely clearing, illuminating the aftermath of our conflict. The shadows had faded, but their presence remained as an unsaid menace. I clenched my fist. They took Eric, but they misjudged me. I was not a lady who gave up on him.I fixed my attention on the horizon, my thoughts racing for solutions. How did one chase someone into the void? How could I ente

Kyara’s POVThe cold was alive. It wasn't simply a sensation; it was a presence, pressing on my flesh and wrapping around my mind, whispering misgivings I'd long suppressed. I float in the vacuum, weightless but supported by the weight of my decision.Alaric's voice resonated, smooth, and arrogant. "Kyara, welcome to the in-between. Rift's cradle. Few people ever see it, but fewer are dumb enough to walk voluntarily into its jaws.I did not react. My heart was still hammering from Eric's cries and frantic protestations as the shadows ripped us apart. I couldn't let his light fade, not after it had rescued me so many times."Where is Eric?" I demanded, my voice stronger than my emotions.Alaric loomed before me, emerging from the darkness as if he had been born there. The crimson in his eyes blazed stronger now, sending a faint glow across his sharp features. He angled his head, eyeing me as if I were a problem he couldn't figure out."Is this your beloved?" Oh, he is... safe. For now.

Kyara's POVThe world returned in fragments—silent, weightless, and stark. For a second, I feared I had fallen into oblivion again, but the earth under me was solid, jagged, and cold. My heart pounded in my ears as I gazed through the faint light, putting together the shattered pieces of my existence.I lay on the rocky ground, the air thick with the smell of scorched dirt and ozone. My body ached in ways I couldn't describe, but it didn't matter. Eric. Where was he?"Eric!" My voice was broken, harsh, and wavering. I pushed myself to sit up, ignoring the painful sensation in my ribs. The light was fading, and the twisted sky of the Rift was gone. In its place stood a large area of ruins, strangely calm, filled with jagged stone pillars and ash. Shadows gathered at the corners of my vision, undulating as if alive, yet my attention was riveted.Then I saw him.Eric lay a few feet away, his wide body still. The shackles dangled loosely from his wrists, their once-ominous blackness dulle

Kyara's POVAs we dropped into the depths, the air rushed past me, drowning out my screams with the abyss's thunderous roar. Eric's palm grasped mine like a lifeline, his strength stabilizing me despite the mayhem around us. Shadows clutched at my limbs, and frigid tendrils wrapped around me, drawing me into the unknown. The crimson light below pulsed brighter, each flash revealing Eric's strained expression as he battled to hold me near."Kyara!" His voice was crisp and forceful, piercing through the maelstrom of horror."I'm here!" I gasped and clutched his hand closer.The fall felt never-ending, a nothingness that transformed reality into a nightmare. Then, with a strong shock, we landed on firm ground. My legs weakened and I fell, the force jarring my bones.The air was oppressive, dense with smoke, and harsh, metallic flavor that irritated my throat. I coughed, attempting to focus through the blur. Around us, jagged rock structures protruded from the earth, shining softly in the

Kyara's POVThe darkness was overpowering. It wrapped around me like a thousand invisible hands, dragging me further into its infinite abyss. My head swirled as I struggled against it, writhing madly, yearning for something—anything—to grasp onto. My heart beat in my chest like a battle drum."Eric!" I yelled, breaking through the quiet.There were no responses. Only whispers. Soft murmuring pushed over my ears, like a chilly breeze. Then louder and clearer."You're alone, Kyara. "You've always been."I clutched my hands and gritted my teeth. "Stop!""No one will save you. "They never did."My breathing increased. It was not real. Nothing was real. I had to believe it.Then, out of the depths, I felt it: a cold, iron-like grasp around my wrist. A powerful tug that drew the oxygen from my lungs. My body surged forward, my feet dragging into nothingness. I struggled back, kicking and clawing, but the power was unstoppable."Let me go!" I screamed.And then I struck the ground.My knees