𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-30

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Hello everyone. How are you all doing? I'm fine. I'm putting up this note to learn something from you guys.

About Diego's past, do you guys want it descriptive manner or short manner like I did in the previous chapter where I wrote about Oscar and Onora's past scene, simply writing it in the paragraphs?

Do you guys want it in flashback scenes or just written information? Please give your answers, it would help me write the next chapters, as the past may not be completed in a single chapter only.

Another thing I want from you guys, about anything you want from this story. Do you want a scene or something that you want to change, tell me that. It may give me some ideas for some scenes.

Your comments are no less than new ideas for me😀😀😊 So please do answer me that as well. 

Hope you enjoy the chapter. Thank you. Enjoy.

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*•.¸♡ AUTHOR'S POV ♡¸.•*

Myra sat nervously on her sofa, tapping her feet on the floor as she waited for Diego to return. After hearing news of an attack on the palace, Diego locked her in the bedroom for her safety and left. It had been a long time since he had left, and Myra had no idea what was happening outside.

Doors and windows both were locked enabling her even to know what was happening. Growing tired of sitting, she stood up and paced around in worry, feeling anxious for Diego's safety.

The attack on the palace was out of the ordinary, and Myra, who had been living there for months since her marriage to Diego, had never experienced such a situation before.

The palace had always been heavily secured, so she couldn't understand how this could happen. Growing increasingly anxious, she walked towards the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Tori...! Maids...!" Myra called out to the maids hoping they would open the door for her, but received no response.

Frustrated by Diego's tension and feeling nearly trapped in her room, "Diego!!" she screamed his name in frustration before sitting back down on the sofa. Myra was deeply concerned for Diego, while Diego was smoothly and cruelly destroying the attackers.

The attackers who had foolishly crossed the boundary of Diego's territory were now gasping for air, their lungs burning as they struggled to breathe. 

In his domain, even something as basic as breathing was under Diego's control. He was the god of his land, and nothing happened without his will.

The beastmen who had stepped beyond the invisible barrier howled in agony, their bodies writhing as if an unseen force was crushing them. It felt as though the air itself had been stolen, leaving them suffocating, their lives slipping away.

Those who had not yet crossed froze at the border, realizing the deadly mistake of their comrades. The ones at the front of the crowd had become an example, their bodies crumbling under Diego's merciless power.

The rest let out low growls of warning, backing away from the line, their eyes wide with the realization of what awaited them if they dared to follow.

The beastmen who had ventured too far were already dead, their lungs collapsed from the lack of oxygen. The few who somehow clung to life were swiftly slaughtered by Diego's guards.