Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074

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Aurora’s death brought Carissa no solace–not even a sliver of comfort.

That night, Carissa lay in bed. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, giving the impression of deep sleep. In truth, she wasn’t asleep at all.

Scenes from the past played vividly in her mind, frame by frame, like butterflies flitting in a canyon, always just out of reach. She tried to hold onto something–anything–but her. grasp remained empty.

It was nearly dawn when she finally drifted off, her exhaustion overwhelming her restless thoughts.

Rafael opened his eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping, either. He could tell Carissa wasn’t truly asleep. A sleeping person’s body relaxed completely, but hers remained taut, indicated she was only pretending to sleep.

which

However, she was genuinely asleep now.

His heart ached. Since their marriage, their relationship had been harmonious–even loving. But Rafael knew Carissa had always kept her heart locked away. She would talk to him about anything else: political matters, even the weighty affairs of their nation.

Yet when it came to her feelings and emotions, she buried them deep within.

She buried her wounds beneath a facade of composure, refusing to let herself experience joy. It was as though she believed she no longer deserved it.

was always a shadow in her eyes–a profound sadness she couldn’t shake. That sorrow made

lively young woman, like a wildflower blooming freely in the mountains, embracing life with the most unrestrained attitude. Now, even

herself cry, like the moment she had collapsed

fingers closing gently around hers. Her small

grasp.

sleep. Even in sleep,

avoided thinking of the past altogether. But when she did, it

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Chapter 1074

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seen it with her own eyes, but the gruesome state of her family’s corpses was enough to piece

her eyes were red with blood as she dragged herself toward Carissa. A blade sliced into her back–one stroke, then another–blood

wide with horror. Gripping her Rose Spear, she charged forward. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a blow on the murderer. It

the barrier between dreams and reality–it was the chasm

even been able to face her enemies,

screamed, her voice raw

one of those murderers for her family. She wanted to

into the barrier with her spear until her head throbbed and

hated it. She hated

“Carissa! Carissa!”

through the nightmare, his hands gently

her body radiating a deadly aura. As her

hand slowly dropping as her expression shifted from