All Chapters of fate betrayal : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: The Curse of the RelicsAria’s POVMy head felt like it was being struck by a thousand hammers all at once. My eyesight was obscured by the intense, burning agony, but as soon as my eyes opened, I realized that something was very wrong.The smell of ancient stone and stagnant water attacked my senses as the wet, chilly air enveloped me like a cloak. The dark contours of the chamber I was in were barely visible to me; the stone walls were shadowed, and there was a faint, fading light someplace above that created uncanny patterns on the floor.I had trouble raising my hands, yet something wasn't right. The metal of the chained wrists gnawed at my flesh. The sound of chains clinking reverberated through the silence, reminding me of my current sense of helplessness."Where am I?" I muttered to me, my voice faint and alien.The understanding was like a kick to the stomach.Veyron.I was no longer at the Moonshine Pack's camp. I hadn't been battling in this jungle. This was his

Chapter 83: The Light WithinSelena's POVThe dungeon's icy stone walls closed in on me, their quiet oppressive. All I could hear was my own pulse, roaring in my ears as I fought against my shackles, even though the air was heavy with the stink of ancient wetness and rot. The heavy, black magic-forged shackles dug into my flesh with their icy weight. They seemed to be unloosened by any amount of strength or determination. Though I was confined, Aria was always on my mind despite the darkness.She must be all right. She must be.She had struggled to maintain her calm, and I had seen the expression on her face the previous time we talked. I wore the same outfit when I thought I was about to lose everything. I wore the same outfit while I struggled to maintain my strength in the face of overwhelming obstacles. But now Aria was family, not just a friend. She was the one who had never shied away in fear and had always recognized me for who I really was.Now, however, she found herself enme

Chapter 85: The Goddess’s FragmentAria’s POVPain was constant now, a dull throb deep within my bones. Veyron’s lair was dark and cold, but the chilling isolation was nothing compared to the agony that coursed through me. My body was still weak from the relics’ curse, and every breath felt like it could be my last. But despite everything, a part of me refused to succumb to the despair that had settled over me. The Moon Goddess had always been with me, even in my darkest moments. But now, I could feel something different, something deeper within me.A spark of warmth, flickering like a candle against the overwhelming darkness.I gripped the stone wall in front of me, my fingers curling around the cold surface as my legs wavered beneath me. The chains that bound me felt heavier than they ever had, pulling at my limbs and draining me further. But as I closed my eyes, a strange sensation washed over me—something unmistakable. A hum, faint but undeniable, resonated through my entire being

Chapter 87: The Fragility of PowerAria’s POVVeyron's lair has oppressive air. With a dim crimson light from cursed artifacts scattered across the vast space, shadows twisted and swirled on the walls. The icy bite of the charmed chains that shackled my wrists burned like fire into my flesh, causing pain. The energy here was poisonous to my being, and every breath I drew was tinged with a bitterness that made me gag.However, something within me stirred—a glimmer of light in the middle of the darkness—despite the anguish. The magic of the Moon Goddess. Inside of me, it buzzed softly, pulsating like a second pulse, beckoning me to take action.My thoughts were racing as I gazed at the bands that bound me. Veyron believed he had taken away all of my strength, but he was unaware of how much of the Goddess's power was still within me. Though it wasn't much, it was plenty to kindle optimism.I shut my eyes and concentrated on myself, trying to find the center of that power. It was cozy and

Chapter 89: The Ritual of SeveranceVeyron’s POVThe air was heavy with the metallic taste of magic and blood, and the room buzzed with old power. On an altar of obsidian, the focal point of it all, Aria, lay confined, her once-defiant face now muddled with fatigue. Hours before, her efforts had diminished to sporadic pulls at the magical bonds that shone dimly against her ankles and wrists.“Isn’t it beautiful?” I paced around her while whispering. My voice was a symphony of victory and hate that reverberated across the vast chamber.Even though she was frail, her golden eyes were still rebellious as she looked at me. "Veyron, you won't prevail. They are going to come get me.The room echoed with the dull, mirthless sound of my laughter. "Oh, Aria, they will arrive. However, it will be too late. They are not the focus of this rite. It concerns you.My breath brushed her ear as I drew in closer. "And the power that you don't even know you have."Her jaw tensed, but she was deceived by