Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 116

Chapter-116. Wounds and power

[Xanthea]

A sharp pulse of pain zapped through my head, every nerve and blood vessel

screaming in agony. My muscles spasmed, my bones felt as if they were melting as the life force was yanked from my body and poured into my tongue - fueling the spell with

raw energy.

My vision blurred for a moment, but I kept my gaze locked on Yandor's chest wound. "Ugh!" Yandor staggered, a sharp groan tearing from his throat as his stance wavered.

His axe swung low, its speed relatively slow, but not slow enough.

Yandor's axe slashed across Asher's back, a ruthless arc of crimson sprayed into the misty downpour. Asher's body lurched forward from the impact, crashing on the ground hard with an ominous thud.

Without wasting another second, Yandor slammed his pointed metallic sabaton into Asher's chest and kicked him. Asher shot right past me, crashing on mother's grave onto his back.

"Die, you filthborn ashling!" Yandor growled, lunging towards him with the spear-end of his weapon directed to pierce Asher's heart.

Mid-run, I twisted on my heels and sprinted to intercept Yandor's attack, slamming into him with full force and speed.

Clang!

But before my arm could collide with the spear, the celestial prince teleported behind me, deflecting it into the ground with his sword.

Still, the spear grazed my arm, splitting the skin and shattering my bones. Had I taken the hit head-on, I would have lost my arm in seconds.

However, at that moment, all I saw was an opening.

I slammed my other palm over Yandor's chest.

"Jualsra..." I whispered.

"No!" the celestial prince immediately grabbed Yandor's arm and teleported far away from me.

Herrew a spent my i montlers lacr rever silarear-frontevern with ter srlardow: teraiser foresaw the damage it could inflict when chanted at such close range.

But he was already too late. Yandor's most fatal wound had been de-healed.

No one and nothing could heal a wound de-healed by Jualsra unless the caster willingly revoked the spell.

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That didn't stop the prince from blocking Yandor from my view, as he hurriedly pulled out vials of potions from his cloak. But Yandor couldn't swallow a single sip without choking on more blood as his chest tore apart from within.

If I were at my mother's level, I could've de-healed all his wounds at once without it taking much toll on my body. But I wasn't. The phantom pain throbbed in my chest, making it hard to breathe, yet I kept my composure.

"The potions won't work and if you think just hiding him from my vision will stop the spell, you are wrong," I said. "I already have a clear picture of his wound in my mind." The prince looked at me over his shoulder.

"A witch..." Nikolai mumbled. "Those demons have turned my sister into a fucking witch! A freaking monster!"

Had I heard Nikolai say those words two months back, I would have had some reaction, but right now, I couldn't care less.

I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Since you haven't already chanted Jualsra for a third time, I am hoping there's room for a conversation," the prince said, getting to his feet as he turned to face me again.

It's true that I wanted to use Jualsra to gain the upper hand, but that wasn't the only thing stopping me from chanting it a third time, because once I did, Yandor would be as good as dead.

There was a mysterious resistance from within, something restraining me from going any further.

Maybe this was what a blood connection felt like. Or perhaps it was my mother's happy memories with Yandor, lingering in the back of my mind. Or maybe it was the promise I made to Asher.

it was all

I also knew that if Yandor hadn't been neutralized by the second chant,

his protective instincts towards his family. He thought you were forced into a marriage with the demon lords, that they kept you

me?" I asked, my voice cold. "And why should I listen or trust a

prince paused, selecting his words carefully before he

lost his calm the moment he saw his blood with... a demon. Please try to understand.

who can't even control his emotions? He looks like he's a high rank celestial. Still, he lacks basic manners, etiquettes, even the rationality

and fear fueled my every word as they slipped

pack, humbly apologize

my husband's wound? Will it reverse the blood he lost? You still don't understand the situation, do you? As the demon lords' wife, let me make one thing clear... if anything happens to my husband here... I, Xanthea Plath Xipher, will lead

don't know how my words sounded to them. Nonchalant?

I meant every

I was scared-

of anyone else,

that I might actually do

that I'd

acceptable. Even rational. To destroy everyone and everything that

unleashing horrors far worse than what the world had seen or suffered. From an immortality epidemic, killing even the gods to a plague affecting

the prince

exactly what I

knew I had

it was that knowledge he

only sensible reason for an alpha like him to bow before

sword on the ground, he

beg you... your highness. I completely understand the situation and I take full responsibility. Please give me a chance to clear the misunderstanding,

Got you.

weapons. Stop the creation of

as possible, clenching my trembling

spell was taking

"My lady-"

blood spurted out of his mouth, painting his white

Ignoring Nikolai, the prince rose to his feet and lifted his gaze to the sky before turning it back to me. His gaze held mine as the misty curtain of rain faltered. The stinging drops softened into

Finally.

spell and

his hood.

will depend on how well you can talk," I said. "I know you only want to talk because you have no other choice. I expected nothing less from the cowards who attacked from behind. After all,

darted a glare at

I do that, they will

to manipulate them, I'd have

your old man's relative, but it's all lies. Don't trust him.

visit my mother, Freya Plath's

I turned towards Asher.

Yexli on him to analyze the depth of his wound,

in my lungs, my heart thundering in my

all over his body once, twice, thrice to make sure I was

What is this?

the fabric over

of the pitch-black marks

But Asher-

of him was covered in them.

hadn't been wounded

this

been through to end

who did

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