King's Obsession

CHAPTER-18 Crimson fire

The once-charming inn, a haven for weary travelers, now lay in ruins, reduced to nothing more than a pile of debris. Flames danced wildly, hungrily devouring what was left of the structure, casting an eerie glow across the desolate scene.

Amidst the chaos, injured individuals stumbled through the wreckage, their anguished cries piercing the air.

Panic and fear painted their faces, as they desperately sought safety amidst the flames. Some clutched their wounds, their blood staining the ground, while others frantically called out for loved ones, their voices trembling with despair.
She stood frozen, her mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the destruction.

The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the breaking of her heart, as she realized Chloe and Grey were still inside. Ignoring the scorching heat and billowing smoke, she ran towards the inn.

As she hurried into the blazing inn, her eyes scanned the smoke-filled room for any sign of her sister and Grey. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the building as a charred log of wood tumbled down towards Carol.

She stared at the burning log, her blue eyes reflecting its glow. As it slowly fell towards her, she couldn't help but think of everyone she knew. Their faces flashed before her eyes, including her enemy, Ragnarök. She braced herself for impact.

“Leave you alone, and you'll find yourself in trouble, Carol…”
a gentle and soothing voice caught her attention as she slowly opened her eyes.

To her surprise, she found herself enveloped in the warm embrace of the man she had been desperately trying to escape from.

“Ragnarök…?” she couldn't believe what she saw, but instead of fear, a sense of awe washed over her. She found herself suspended in the midair, wrapped in his warm embrace.

The world around them seemed to fade away as he held her, creating a moment of pure tranquility and beauty.

She emerged from her thoughts and noticed something peculiar: a dark mist resembling wings seemed to be emanating from him.

This sight instantly convinced her that he was anything but an ordinary human being.

As she stood before him, her heart racing with anticipation, he fixed his gaze upon her with a cold and silent intensity. It was as if he were peering deep into the very depths of her soul, searching for something that only he could see.

The air around them seemed to still, as if time itself had frozen at that moment. She could feel the weight of his stare bearing down upon her, causing her to feel both vulnerable and exposed.

“Ragnarok…" his name slipped from her lips, a hint of confusion mingling with a strange sense of assurance. There was no trace of fear in her voice, only a resolute certainty.

As their eyes melted into each other, Carol suddenly remembered Chloe and Grey.

With a sense of urgency, she reached out and tapped Ragnarök's shoulder, her eyes darting down to where Chloe and Grey were.

“Ragnarok, we can't let them get hurt,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic.

“Certainly… fire shouldn't kill them,” His cruel and cold expression was evident in the way his eyes narrowed, devoid of any warmth or empathy.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, refusing to betray any hint of emotion or remorse. As for his voice, it was icy and detached, lacking any semblance of compassion or concern.

Each word dripped with a chilling indifference, as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others. The tone was measured and deliberate, emphasizing his deliberate intention to inflict pain through his words.