MY CURSED MATE

| Trapped in an illusion |

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KABANATA LXXVI

Third Person's POV

In the dark palace, a sinister atmosphere hung heavily in the air. The grand chamber where the resurrection ritual unfolded glowed with unnatural light, its walls covered in symbols etched with blood and ancient runes.

At the center stood an obsidian altar, veined with pulsating crimson energy.

The coven, cloaked in shadowy robes, chanted in unison. Their voices formed a low, rhythmic hum that seemed to rattle the foundations of the palace. Candles flickered wildly, while dark magic thickened with every passing second.

At the head of the altar, Lord Casfir raised a staff crowned with a black crystal. He channeled the coven's collective power into the ritual, his expression solemn as the gathered energy intensified.

Slowly, the shape of Ufara began to manifest.

Her ethereal form twisted through the darkness before gradually solidifying. Her crimson eyes suddenly opened, blazing with terrifying intensity. Her presence alone made several members lower their heads.

Silence descended as Ufara gracefully stepped from the altar, now fully embodied.

Isang malamig na ngiti ang sumilay sa kanyang labi habang sinusuri niya ang mga tagasunod na matagal nang naghihintay sa kanyang pagbabalik.

"The time has come," she declared, her voice smooth as silk yet poisonous as venom.

Nanginginig ang buong palasyo nang sumabog sa tagumpay ang sigawan ng coven. Their cheers echoed through the corridors, fueled by renewed faith in their High Priestess.

Without hesitation, Ufara turned toward her generals and began issuing orders.

"West Forest," she commanded.

Ang unang target nila ay ang West Forest, kasama ang maliliit na pack na nakapaligid dito. Their attack would serve as a warning to every territory in Grand Orleas. The dark coven had returned, and they intended to reclaim their dominance.

As dawn broke over the West Forest's plains, Greyson stood at the forefront of his forces, his silhouette stark against the rising sun. The field stretched wide before them, bordered by dense trees concealing whatever horrors waited beyond.

Sa likuran niya ay libo-libong pinagsamang mandirigma mula sa iba't ibang pack. Each warrior carried a weapon and shield, their bodies tense as they waited for the enemy.

The atmosphere was tense, but their resolve remained firm.

Matalim ang mga mata ni Greyson habang sinusuri ang kagubatan. He searched for the first sign of movement, knowing the enemy could strike from anywhere.

Then came the screeches. Unnatural and bone-chilling, they pierced the morning silence.

Mula sa gilid ng kagubatan ay nagsimulang lumitaw ang mga nilalang—grotesque monsters twisted by dark magic. Their glowing eyes locked onto Greyson's forces as they advanced like a living wave of nightmares.

"Hold your positions!" Greyson bellowed.

Mabilis na pumuwesto ang bawat grupo. Behind them, Alpha Tobias raised his hand, ready to signal the attack once the enemy reached the designated range.

Neutral warlocks began chanting protective spells, shimmering barriers forming around the advancing warriors.

Then the battle erupted.