The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐄

CHAPTER 42 | AWAKENING
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YOU—THREE DAYS LATER. . .

The walls of Sephtis were breached by an onslaught of wolves howling, giants stomping heavily, bloodthirsty vampires, and others. Flames engulf all the structures, with terrified people fleeing amidst screams. Guided by the cries, I maneuver through the panicked crowds towards the main entrance.

Upon entering the chaotic foyer, I assess the situation while skillfully neutralizing any hunters in my path. With the main doors sealed shut, escape is futile unless Keres swiftly employs her shadow magic to alter that. Lycus is valiantly fighting off hunter groups, but it's clear he's overwhelmed. Jin diligently tends to the wounded, regardless of their species.

Fleeing citizens frantically overturn furniture to either take cover behind or clear a path as they escape in terror. Some bolder individuals resort to breaking into homes to steal weapons for self-defense and safeguarding their homeland, while others act out of sheer greed. My focus narrows on the closed gate, which offers a crucial route to enter the fortress of Sephtis.

We'll face significant obstacles if Keres doesn't promptly open that gate.

Major ones.

Markus, Lycus, Crow, Jungkook, and Jimin are currently advancing to free Namjoon from the cells. However, without the gate opening, our efforts will be futile.

As I ready my sword to engage in combat and clear a path for our army from the rear, elves ride past me on their white horses, wielding long spears to attack. A large white moose with multiple long horns approaches me, and I look up to see King Aubrey Oberon riding atop it. As additional Alvars join the fray, the streets are fortified to aid the beleaguered werewolf.

With a light-hearted tone, I jest, "Didn't anticipate your arrival so soon." Turning to him, I offer a grateful grin and reply, "Thank you."

He responds, peering down at me, "The Oracle's prophecy has been spoken and proven true. We've all witnessed the visions of impending doom and unanimously agreed that failure to assist would lead to certain defeat in this war." His gaze shifts to the locked wooden gates. "Looks like you're having some trouble with that," he remarks.

Through clenched teeth, I reply, "Indeed."

The moose exhales heavily, its hooves pounding the ground. I turn my attention to the King, who dismounts while firmly holding onto the animal's reins. Without hesitation, the moose forcefully breaks through the fence with its horns, sprinting off at full speed. As the shattered doors fall to pieces, a roar of approval erupts from the crowd.

He then motions towards the front door, cautioning, "More adversaries are on their way, but my archers will provide protection. Just be mindful of the incoming arrows. If you hear a horn blast, seek cover to avoid being hit," he warns, adding, "Unless, of course, you prefer otherwise."

Spotting Alaric in the distance, surrounded by royal guards and hunters, clearly issuing commands, I curse quietly. Turning to Lycus, who has summoned the strength to shift into his Fenrir form, I observe his determined expression as he calls out for reinforcements with a resounding howl.

"I will, thank you," I respond, already in motion, my focus alternating between scanning my surroundings and observing Alaric, the father of Axel, Sigurd, and Soma, who remains near the doors but without his usual entourage. Instead, he fixes his gaze directly on me, wearing a smirk. The sudden connection sends a shiver down my spine. He has a plan, and he's unafraid to execute it.

His visage morphs into an image of Axel, and for an instant, I wish it were reality. My heart skips a beat. The individual I've longed to confront and eliminate for so long. Then, another face flickers into view. I blink several times, only to discern the appearance of a woman: Y/N.