Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 681

Chapter 681 A Battle To Fight

"No!" I screamed, my voice raw with agony. The pain of being torn from Arena

was unbearable, searing through me like fire, both physically and emotionally. My soul felt as if it were being ripped apart. Breathing heavily, I fell to my knees as my vision blurred.

"Stop this right now!" I yelled, struggling against the invisible force holding me in place. But the chanting only grew louder, their dark ritual continuing without pause.

Kaelvor watched with eerie detachment, his expression almost bored. "Just a few more minutes, Selena," he said carelessly, as if my suffering was nothing more than an inconvenience. "Then you'll be free from this pain."

That evil god!

"You... you will regret this, Kaelvor," I snarled, my voice hoarse from screaming. Arena whimpered in my mind, her pain echoing mine.

Kaelvor let out a low, amused chuckle. "Ah? And who will make me regret it?" His golden eyes gleamed with cruel delight. "You?" He shook his head, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Your world will be gone in just a few hours."

His words sent ice through my veins. "You're lying!" I gasped, the pain intensifying. "Mother said we still had three days until doomsday!"

don't believe me?"

I gasped as the illusion crumbled entirely-the grand castle was never real. We weren't inside a fortress at all. Instead, I found myself standing in an open field, the cold earth beneath me, surrounded by flickering

was unfolding

an even more terrifying sight made my breath catch. Three red moons appeared, slowly rising into view, casting a blood-red glow over

not possible," I whispered, my eyes wide as I stared at the unnatural phenomenon unfolding before me. For a moment, everything else—the

through my stunned silence, dark and mocking.

"You did this," I growled, my fists clenching. "You brought the moons

look of cruel amusement crossing his face. "I made it happen sooner," he announced casually, as though the fate of the world was nothing more than a game to

foretold for three days from now had arrived today. And Kaelvor was the one pulling the strings, the architect of

wicked grin deepened as he watched me struggle. "Now, it's time, Selena," he declared, his voice echoing with finality. "You must sacrifice yourself to save the

his men to intensify the ritual. Their

magic crackling in the

just as I did our souls desperately reaching for each other. But we were barely holding on-our bond was now a fragile thread, fraying at

that was tearing us apart. She

"You should feel honored, Selena. Few have ever witnessed such power before

the sky

"Not so soon, Kaelvor!"