Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 680

Chapter 680 Deceit

God Kaelvor took me to the Dark Realm with him, and the journey itself was an experience beyond imagination. His realm-traveling ship was unlike anything I had ever seen-crafted from gleaming obsidian and etched with silver runes that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. The air inside was thick with power, a hum of energy that sent shivers down my spine.

As we entered the dark realm, I braced myself for an endless void, for a world without light. But instead, we were greeted by a strange sight-there was illumination here, a soft glow from the swirling skies above that bathed the land in hues of violet and deep red. The terrain was rich with bizarre, otherworldly flora that seemed to thrive in the strange light. It wasn't a barren wasteland, as I'd imagined, but a place that seemed... too alive.

The people who walked the cobblestone streets looked anything but normal. They moved with mechanical precision, eyes fixed forward, faces cold and emotionless, as though bound by some unseen force. It was as if the life had been drained from them. Forced servitude, I realized. They were prisoners of this world, whether they knew it or not. Perhaps that was why the realm was also known as the realm of death.

We approached a castle made entirely of black stone-so dark it absorbed the light around it, giving it an ethereal, almost terrifying presence. The walls seemed to pulse as if breathing in sync with the land itself.

As the ship slowed to a stop, two figures emerged from the shadows of the castle. They were draped in elaborate royal black robes, their silhouettes striking against the glow of the dark realm.

Kaelvor stepped forward, his deep voice breaking the silence.

"This is Vaelrik, my right hand," he said, gesturing to the man on the left. His features were sharp, his dark eyes piercing like daggers. There was no need for embellishments or titles-his very presence screamed authority.

"And this is Eryndor, one of my most loyal men." Kaelvor's gaze shifted to the second figure, whose demeanor was just as unnerving. Eryndor's expression remained unreadable, but something about him felt even more dangerous-like a blade hidden beneath a velvet sheath.

They both bowed their heads slightly in acknowledgment, their eyes studying me with quiet intensity.

"Welcome to the Dark Realm, Queen Selena!" Vaelrik said, his voice smooth yet carrying an edge of something unreadable.

I gave a slight nod. "Thank you," I replied, though the air here felt heavier than I had anticipated, thick with an unseen force pressing down on me.

Turning to God Kaelvor, I asked, "So when will we start the process?"

Without another word, he strode forward, his black robes flowing behind him

led me inside the grand castle. But instead of being taken to a guest chamber or any kind of formal space, Kaelvor led me straight through a narrow underground passage. The deeper we

my wolf, stirred uneasily

right,' she warned, her voice a low

this far. There was no turning back now. Whatever fate awaited me, I had

the left, curling around me like a living entity. It wrapped around my body before I could react, seeping into my lungs and clouding my

the hell is going on?" I snarled, struggling against the restraints. The bindings pulsed with dark energy, tightening

stood in the center of an ancient ritual circle, strange symbols glowing beneath his feet. His men were positioned around him, chanting in a language I didn't recognize. A black mist

but we couldn't. The magic was too

demonic magic fused with godly power!' Arena's

I clenched my teeth.

What?!

I commanded, my voice laced with fury. "Release

out a low, wicked chuckle, his dark

are, that I should obey

from a god. "I never thought a deity

Kaelvor smirked

rose

seated position, his movements

and arrogant. The

around us crackle with energy. He approached me, his

god can crave power just as much as mortals

with disgust, my stomach twisting