Deep Down Your Black Heart의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Tears streaked his face with a precision that seemed almost artistic, each drop accentuating the anguish as he gently caressed Argent’s cold, pale face. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring every fleeting moment of connection with her lifeless form. At a distance, the seers whispered among themselves, their eyes flitting between him and the others, their murmurs laced with doubt and suspicion about his loyalty. Despite the weight of their judgment, Hound lay there, unmoving, consumed by his grief for the remainder of the day.“A streaking silver flame, burning through the streets, destroying property and reducing citizens to ash without discernible cause... there’s only one person who fits the description,” Blanc stated as he entered the room, stepping through the shattered remnants of the door with his cane tapping rhythmically against the floor. Emily trailed closely behind him, her steps cautious, while Bleak staggered in after them, his face battered and bruised from

“A young woman refuses to leave the border, sir!” a Seer announced, barging into the conversation with urgency in his voice.“River?” Hound asked, his tone devoid of interest, not even sparing the Seer a glance.“Yes, sir!” the man exclaimed eagerly, his body stiff as he awaited Hound’s next words.“Then kill her. Such details are beneath me,” Hound responded, each word dripping with irritation.The Seer hesitated before continuing, his voice wavering slightly. “If I remember correctly, Emily forbade any form of violence toward anyone matching the description. Emily said—”“Emily said?” Hound interrupted, turning his attention to the man. He moved toward him slowly, his footsteps soft but deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “I wasn’t aware Emily’s authority surpassed mine.”The Seer bowed his head, his confidence crumbling as Hound drew closer. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his voice trembled as he stammered, “I—I made a grave mistake, Baron. It won’t happen agai

At Binge’s lair, the dream began. Once a core of Rivermirror’s hope, it had grown dark and foreboding. Binge—a man who once ended city-wide hunger and fought for peace—had achieved greatness, but at a cost few would dare to pay.The large table, sculpted in the shape of Rivermirror’s map, was where the remnants of the elites gathered. Around it, a fractured council sat, each burdened by their own shadows:Binge: With stress plucking his hair one by one and his skin tainted green from the relay core’s toxic exposure, he looked twice his age. The foul smell of death emanated from him, unmistakable and suffocating.Gazier: Once loud and brash, he had grown quieter and more calculating, his experiences with Binge teaching him that muscles alone couldn’t solve every problem.Evee: Sweet and vibrant on the surface, but her eyes betrayed her—a woman who had seen unspeakable horrors and carried them silently.Hound: The calmest and most composed in the room. Armed with knowledge of every answ

Bang! The deafening roar of a shotgun echoed across the desolate terrain, shattering the stillness. On one end of the blast, the infected’s head erupted into a spray of blood, decayed flesh, and brown, rotting roots intertwined within its brain. The roots twisted and coiled unnaturally, their dark tendrils hinting at a sinister role in the creature’s horrifying existence. The body crumpled, lifeless, revealing a hollow-eyed seer behind the weapon, his face as cold and unfeeling as the act itself.Seven more thunderous shots followed in quick succession. The first two tore through the father who had shielded his family, his body jerking violently as he fell to the ground. The remaining shots were aimed at the fragile wooden boat, the splintering wood sending echoes of destruction into the air. The craft, now riddled with holes, sank further into uselessness, trapping the family in place.The seer’s gaze remained unyielding as he strode forward, his gun trained steadily on the mourning w

Evee’s eyes shot open to the sound of a loud commotion piercing the stillness of her room. Her body jolted as the door swung violently on its hinges, slamming against the wall. Instinctively, she reached out for Justina, only to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. Panic set in as she stumbled to her cloak, patting it down twice with trembling hands before realizing the book was missing.Taking a deep, steadying breath, Evee composed herself and stepped out into the corridor. The noise grew louder, chaotic voices merging into an unintelligible roar. As she emerged into the open, her heart sank. A mob had gathered, their anger palpable, faces twisted with rage and betrayal. At the forefront stood Justina, gripping the book high above her head like a trophy. By their reactions, it was clear they had some idea of the book’s contents.“We won’t stand by and watch you use us as your playthings anymore!” Justina roared, her voice cutting through the chaos. The crowd erupted in agr