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.

***

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.

was

hadn't been neutralized by the second

was only acting on his protective instincts towards his family. He thought you were forced into a marriage with the demon lords, that they kept you against your will. But there seems to be a misunderstanding on both the

think you're qualified to talk to me?" I asked, my voice cold. "And why should I listen or trust a single word you

selecting his words carefully before he

lady... I never planned to attack you or Alpha Asher. Lord Yandor lost his calm the moment he saw his blood with... a demon. Please try to understand. It was

even control his emotions? He looks like he's a high rank celestial. Still, he lacks basic manners, etiquettes, even

they slipped out of my lips like a

apologize on behalf of my beta

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 a war against the Celestial

words sounded to

I meant every one

I was scared-

of anyone else,

might actually

that I'd do

was... I found it acceptable. Even rational. To destroy everyone and everything that dared threaten the ones I wanted

world had seen or suffered. From an immortality epidemic, killing even the gods to

the

I was

I had already inherited my mother's

it was that knowledge he

an alpha like him to bow before a weaponless, weak omega

the ground,

take full responsibility. Please give me a

Got you.

Withdraw all your weapons. Stop the creation of the

steady as possible, clenching my trembling fingers into a

the Jualsra spell was taking a heavy

"My lady-"

me," I said, my gaze fixed on Yandor as he lay on the ground, gasping as blood spurted out of his mouth, painting his white armor red. "You don't have enough time to

must be the demon's doing. She can't do anything. Don't fall for her trap!" 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 a gentle

Finally.

to revoke the spell and spare lord Yandor," the

his hood.

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, birds of a feather

a glare at

you into thinking otherwise. If I do that, they will try harder

was in no condition to manipulate them,

your last chance," I said. "I don't know what this piece of shit has told you to deceive you into believing I was your old man's relative, but it's all lies. Don't trust him. He is just manipulating you to hurt me. Me and my husbands are no threat to

visit my mother, Freya

I turned towards Asher.

analyze the depth of his wound,

in my lungs, my heart thundering in my ears

thrice to

What is this?

fabric over my

the pitch-black marks

But Asher-

in them. Dense.

that hadn't been

this even

been through to end

did this

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