All Chapters of His Hunger, My Curse : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lena surged forward, her dagger tight in her grip, every instinct screaming at her to act now before it was too late. The other Lena moved to block her, shadows curling at her feet. “You don’t understand what you’re about to do.” “I understand enough.” Lena feinted left, then twisted, dodging a tendril of Rift energy as she sprinted for the altar. The crystal heart pulsed, beating in sync with the Rift itself. Behind her, the battle raged. Mira, despite her injury, fought off her dark twin with gritted teeth and raw determination. Dorian hurled bolts of light, clashing with his shadowed reflection. Idris had his counterpart locked in a brutal standstill, their flames colliding in midair. And Cassian— Lena dared a glance back. Her Cassian was still locked in battle with his twisted double, their swords clashing violently. But she could see the way Cassian faltered, the way the Rift’s version of him fought without hesitation. Lena turned back to the altar. No more distractions.

The sky was clear.For the first time in what felt like years, the oppressive weight of the Rift’s presence had vanished. No unnatural storms, no eerie whispers threading through the wind. The world should have felt lighter.But it didn’t.Lena stood on the balcony of the council hall, staring out at the distant horizon. Below her, the city of Elaris was eerily quiet, even as life resumed. Merchants reopened their stalls, children ran through the streets, and the scent of freshly baked bread drifted up from the market square.Normalcy.Or the illusion of it.Cassian’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You didn’t sleep.”Lena exhaled, tilting her head toward him as he stepped beside her. The cool morning breeze ruffled his dark hair, but his golden eyes never left hers.“I tried,” she admitted. “Didn’t work.”Cassian leaned against the railing, his presence solid, grounding. “It’s the silence, isn’t it?”Lena hesitated, then nodded.She had spent years fighting. Constant motion, const

The city of Elaris never truly slept, but tonight, it felt different. The streets below were quieter than usual as if the people could sense something lurking just beyond the edges of their understanding. An unease that settled deep into their bones. Lena hadn’t moved since the whisper had faded, her sword still clutched tightly in her hand. You are not ready. The words echoed through her skull, heavy with meaning. The Remnant’s warning had been bad enough—but this? This was something else entirely. A presence that could slip into her chambers whisper into her thoughts and vanish without a trace. Cassian’s voice broke through the thick silence. “You felt it too.” Lena turned, her eyes locking onto him. He stood in the doorway, shirt rumpled, sword strapped to his hip. Not a question. A statement. Lena exhaled. “It was here.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, scanning the room as if expecting the presence to return. “What did it say?” Lena hesitated

The Veil of the UnknownLena’s breath came in sharp gasps as she stared into the shifting darkness. The figure before her—cloaked in shadows, silver eyes gleaming—watched them with something between amusement and curiosity.Behind him, they stirred.Not humans.Not Remnants.Something else entirely.Lena reached for Cassian, but her fingers passed through him again—like mist, like he wasn’t real, or she wasn’t.A sharp whisper cut through the air."You should not have come here."The voice wasn’t one. It was many, layered atop one another, echoing from the depths of the abyss.Cassian, Mira, Idris, and Dorian all hovered around her, their forms flickering in and out of existence.They weren’t standing on anything. There was no ground beneath them—only the endless void, stretching into eternity.Cassian was the first to react. His body tensed, hand going to his sword—even though they had no idea what they were facing."Who are you?" he demanded.The silver-eyed figure tilted his head.

The storm raged above them, lightning splitting the sky in violent cracks of energy. The battlefield stretched before Lena, soaked in blood and betrayal.She had seen many horrors. Many battles. But nothing compared to this.Cassian stood before her, his sword still wet with the lifeblood of a man he once called brother. Across from him, Idris lay crumpled on the ground, clutching his side where the blade had sliced deep. His breath came in ragged gasps, the fire in his eyes dimming.Lena’s mind reeled. She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. One moment, they were fighting side by side. The next—Cassian had turned on Idris with the ruthlessness of a man who had made up his mind long before this moment.“Why?” Lena’s voice was barely a whisper, but it carried through the chaos.Cassian wiped his blade on his sleeve, his expression unreadable. “Because he was never with us.”Idris let out a bitter laugh, his hand pressing harder against his wound. “You arrogant fool,” he spat. “