Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 127: Nightmares in the Castle and Chains

The moon rose slowly over the horizon, dyeing the sky a deep blue dotted with stars. The night breeze carried the salty scent of the sea, and the waves continued their eternal back and forth, now calmer, as if they had also let themselves be enveloped by the stillness of the moment. Without realizing it, time had passed, and the sunny day had given way to a clear and beautiful night.

Narinder was the first to open his eyes. The silver glow of the moon dimly illuminated the scene: Lambert was still leaning on his chest, curled up with an expression of absolute peace. On the other side, Goliath rested with a relaxed brow, something uncommon in the goat, who usually maintained his hardness even in moments of calm. For a moment, Narinder allowed himself to enjoy that image. He felt their warm bodies beside him, and his mind wandered to the idea of ​​staying there forever, moving away from any responsibility.

However, he knew it was not safe. Although the area was quiet, sleeping outside the boundaries of his cult was always a risk, even for a god. With a resigned sigh, Narinder gently stroked Lambert and then Goliath, trying to wake them without being abrupt.

Goliath was the first to open his eyes, rubbing one with an annoyed expression. "Ugh... what time is it?" he muttered in his hoarse voice, as he tried to sit up.

Lambert, on the other hand, didn't seem to be in any hurry to wake up. Still half asleep, he clung tightly to Narinder's chest, mumbling something incomprehensible before letting out a satisfied sigh.

"Come on, you two. It's not safe to stay here all night," Narinder said with a mix of firmness and tenderness. After a little more insistence and some murmurs of protest, he managed to convince them to get up.

With a graceful and calculated movement, Narinder led them to the teleportation circle. The magical light enveloped them, and in an instant, they were back at the cult. The raven, who had apparently been anxiously awaiting Narinder, approached with a dramatic step.

"My lord, I have news that..." the raven began to say, but Narinder interrupted him with a tired gesture.

"We will see him tomorrow. Tonight, live and rest. Goodbye," he said with a mixture of tiredness and disinterest, walking away from the bird without waiting for a reply.

Narinder led Goliath towards his hut. They both walked in silence, and although neither said it, they both knew what they wished for. Narinder wanted to invite him to spend the night at his house, but he did not consider it appropriate at the moment. Goliath, for his part, also wished to stay with them, but his pride and sense of rightness made him keep silent.

"Good night, Goliath," Narinder said finally, looking at him with a soft smile before turning around.

"Good night..." the goat replied, looking at Narinder.

Back at his home, Lambert went straight to bed. With movements full of trust and affection, he settled down next to Narinder, wrapping his paws around him as he rested his head on the god's chest. Narinder, without resisting, embraced him tenderly, allowing the warmth of the lamb to fill his heart.

That night, under the roof of his home, Narinder slept soundly with Lambert at his side, while his mind wandered to thoughts of the future. A part of him was already imagining the day when Goliath would join them in that same space, completing the picture of his new immortal life.

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Narinder's dream began in a majestic castle, a place that exuded a mix of power, wealth, and antiquity. The walls were made of carved stone, with intricate carvings that told stories of wars, sacrifices, and immortal victories. Large golden chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, illuminating the halls with a warm light, while crimson carpets adorned with golden filigree covered the floors.