Scars of Chaos

Chapter 45

Third Person’s Point of View

Sa tahimik na palasyo na napapalibutan ng makapal at madilim na usok, abala ang lahat sa paghahanda sa digmaan. Even though they are busy doing the orders of the Phantom Queen, no one dared to make noise as they fear the queen’s wrath. The palace is surrounded by dead armies, ready to march to the battlegrounds.

Habang abala ang lahat ay lingid sa kanilang kaalaman na pinapanood sila ng kanilang kinakatakutang reyna sa pinakatuktok ng palasyo. The queen stood on the balcony, high above her kingdom, watching her people with eyes as piercing as a crow’s. Her dark gaze scanned everything, observing every detail and every movement, like a predator seeking its prey.
 
As she stood there, a sense of emptiness gnawed at her, a longing for something she could no longer feel. The queen reached for her chest, her hand trembling, seeking something in the rhythmic beat of her heart. But to her dismay, there was nothing. Her heart had ceased to beat long ago, consumed by the darkness she had embraced.
 
The queen’s once-vibrant soul, now shrouded in shadows, had lost its connection to the pulse of life. She had sacrificed her humanity, trading for power, immortality, and love. She sacrificed everything to get what she truly wanted and to free the one she loved. The void within her grew deeper as she realized the price she had paid.

Habang iniisip ng reyna ang mga susunod na hakbang, biglang may nagsalita mula sa likod niya. Ang boses ay pamilyar sa kaniya, isang boses na hindi niya kailangang lingunin upang malaman kung sino ito.

Behind the queen was a man, his form merging with the shadows that clung to him.

“Why do you look like you don’t want to continue the war you’ve created?" said the man. Shadows draped over his figure, obscuring his features. The man was enveloped in darkness. All that could be seen were his piercing red eyes, glowing like embers in the dim room.

The room fell silent as the man’s eerie and deep voice was heard, cutting through the stillness. It seemed to echo from the darkest depths of his soul. His words hung in the air, sending shivers down the spines of those who listened, but not to the Phantom Queen.

The queen then put on a poker face. “Shut up, Al.”

“You know, you don’t need to go to war to get Nathalie; you have already conquered the kingdom,” said the man. “You are already ruling three kingdoms in Mystic, including the most powerful of all, Mystique.”

“We both know that’s not what I wanted." The queen’s voice has seriousness to it, still not turning to face the man.

“You may get Nathalie and free our king, but he won’t give you what you want; even Nathalie couldn’t get his heart. How can you? ”

As the man’s unsettling words echoed through the room, the queen’s expression shifted to anger. A surge of dark and eerie magic began to come out of her, swirling around her like a tempest of shadows. It was a sign that the man’s words had triggered her.

The queen’s grip on the balcony tightened, her knuckles turning white as her anger intensified. Her eyes now became sharp and piercing, reflecting the intensity of her emotions. With each passing moment, her magic grew stronger, spreading its dark influence throughout the castle.

Kahit ang mga tao sa ibaba ay naramdaman ang kaniyang galit kung kaya’t dali-dali silang kumilos upang tapusin ang kung ano mang ginagawa nila. Ang misteryosong lalaki naman ay mahinang tumawa dahil sa inasal ng reyna.

“I am only getting back what is mine, Al,” mariing saad ng reyna na ikinatango ng lalaki.

“You really created a war just to get him.” The man shook his head in disbelief. “You really are a mad queen.”