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.

bright her smile appeared, there was always a shadow in her eyes–a profound sadness she couldn’t

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

the moment she had collapsed into his arms after reading her uncle’s letter. He

closing gently around hers.

grasp.

didn’t wake, only sank deeper into sleep. Even in sleep, her dreams were haunted- filled

thinking of the past altogether. But when she

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Chapter 1074

of the

with her own eyes, but the gruesome state of her family’s corpses was

eyes were red with blood as she dragged herself toward Carissa. A blade sliced

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 was

was more than the barrier between dreams and reality–it was the chasm

face her enemies, let

screamed, her voice raw

those murderers for her family. She wanted to hack Aurora into pieces and toss her remains to the wild

all fell to the ground, their blood pooling around them. She smashed into the barrier with her spear until her head throbbed and her hands bled, but she couldn’t break through. She could

hated it. She hated it so

“Carissa! Carissa!”

the nightmare, his hands gently patting

radiating a deadly aura. As her vision cleared, it wasn’t

dropping as her expression shifted