His Baby Daddy [ Taekook ]

Chapter 38

☆*🥀*☆

☆*🥀*☆
....

The sun rose over the Crystal Citadel with a clarity that felt almost violent. For weeks, the world had been muted, trapped under the heavy, violet shroud of King Hansol’s "Static Cage."

His magic had been a choking fog that not only suppressed the souls of his people but had physically severed the kingdom from the tools of the modern age.

The electronic systems of the Crystal Kingdom functioned only beyond its borders. Within the kingdom itself, modern technology was rendered useless—only mechanically driven vehicles, like cars stripped of advanced circuitry, were permitted to operate.

For weeks now—ever since the King’s shadow-wraiths descended upon the Snow Moon Pack—the North had felt as though it had been hurled back five centuries.

It had been a calculated move by Hansol.

To cripple the resistance, the King cast a Static Shroud across the ley lines—a high-level sorcery designed to mimic a permanent electromagnetic pulse. The spell disrupted every current, every signal, every spark of modern innovation within its reach.

That was why Taehyung’s sleek, high-performance cars had suddenly become nothing more than polished metal shells—beautiful, powerful, and utterly useless.

And so they had been forced onto horseback instead, riding through treacherous mountain passes with nothing but steel in their hands and ancient instinct guiding their path.

But the King was dead.

As the first light hit the obsidian spires, the air seemed to hum with a new frequency. In the lower districts of the city, the streetlights—long dark or flickering with ghost-light—finally settled into a steady, warm glow. It was a subtle shift, a quiet reclaiming of the world, but for those within the Citadel, the change was a thunderclap.

Taehyung stood on the high balcony of the royal solar, his hands gripping the cold stone railing. He was dressed in the heavy, dark silks of a Prince—a high-collared tunic of midnight wool fastened with silver—but his presence was no longer that of a fragile porcelain doll. He looked broader, his shoulders carrying the weight of a wolf’s strength. Beside him, a small mobile phone sat on a stone pedestal, its screen finally lit with a flurry of missed notifications and signal bars. It looked out of place against the ancient masonry, a small window into a world that was rushing back toward them.

"The border wards have collapsed," Namjoon said, stepping out onto the balcony. He looked exhausted, his armor bearing the scratches of the final battle, but his eyes were bright.

"The jamming spells are gone. I’ve just received word from our scouts—the roads are clear. The engines are starting again."

Taehyung’s gaze remained on the horizon. "He kept us in the dark so we would only look to his light. Now that the world can see us again, Namjoon, they are going to have questions. Questions a Hybrid King might not be able to answer with just a crown."