✔Sacrifice || ENHYPEN FF

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 141

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-Start of Chapter 141-

The light slowly fades, leaving the chamber in trembling silence. Dust floats like ash in the air. My ears ring.
No one moves.
I can still feel the pulse of the sword against my palm — alive, warm, steady.

"What the actual hell was that?" Riki speaks first

"We... should probably head back," Heeseung says after a moment, glancing warily at the trembling walls.
Everyone nods. No one wants to see what else this place is hiding.

We hurry through the tunnel, the air thick with dust. My hand stays wrapped tightly around the sword, its glow dimming with every step as if falling asleep.

When we finally reach the surface, chaos greets us.

The castle courtyard is filled with guards and TXT's soldiers, weapons drawn and eyes wide. Yeonjun and Soobin are at the front, both visibly alarmed.

"What—what even was that?" Yeonjun blurts out, scanning the floor where cracks still shimmer faintly. "I didn't even know there was a tunnel here!"

Jay exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "Neither did we. Apparently, it's been under the castle all along."

"Y/N-ah! Since when do you have a sword! And why does it look so fancy?" Beeomgyu eyes fall to the sword in ym hand. 

I just shrug at him giving him the -'I'm as confused as you are oppa'- look

"Explosions, glowing swords, secret tunnels..." Beomgyu mutters. "Yeah, totally normal night."

Soobin sighs, brushing dust off his sleeves and yawning as if this were all mildly inconvenient. "Very well. We'll deal with this in the morning. For now, everyone, get some rest before something else decides to explode."

Yeonjun shoots him an incredulous look. "Rest? You expect me to sleep after that?"

"Yes," Soobin says calmly, already turning away. "I won't let my beauty sleep get ruined over an explosion. "

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Later that night, I'm back in my room. The castle is quiet, but I can't sleep.

No matter how many times I close my eyes, my mind drifts back to the sword now resting on the table beside my bed.

A sword... forged by fate. Bound to me?

I remember when Jake first told me about the ancient weapons chosen by destiny. I thought he was exaggerating — or teasing me. But now...

I glance at it again. The blade gleams faintly, as though aware of my gaze.

"Ugh," I groan, burying my face in the pillow. "This is so weird."

After a few seconds of restless tossing, I sit up. "Alright," I mutter under my breath. "Let's see if this thing actually listens to me."

I extend my hand toward the sword, narrowing my eyes dramatically.
"...Fly to me?"

Nothing.

"Uh... come here?"

Still nothing.

I squint harder. "By the power of destiny or whatever—"