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

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 against your will. But there seems to be a misunderstanding on both the sides, which I'm certain can

asked, my voice cold. "And why should I listen or trust a single word you say when your idea

his words carefully before he spoke

Yandor lost his calm the moment he saw his blood with...

a grown-ass man 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 to fathom the consequences of his

and fear fueled my every word as they slipped out of

the crown prince of Solvaris pack, humbly apologize on behalf

it heal 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

how my words sounded

I meant every

I was scared-

of anyone else, but

might actually do what I was

that I'd

To destroy everyone

could create bio-weapons capable of unleashing horrors far worse than what the world had seen or suffered. From an immortality epidemic, killing even

the

I

he also knew I had already inherited my mother's

was that knowledge

sensible reason for an alpha like him to bow

on the ground, he went

understand the situation and I take full responsibility. Please

Got you.

holy rain. Withdraw all your weapons.

steady as possible, clenching my trembling fingers into a tight fist to fight the phantom

maintaining the Jualsra spell was taking a heavy

"My lady-"

blood spurted

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

Finally.

request you to revoke the spell and spare lord Yandor," the prince

his hood.

said. "I know you only want to talk because you have no other choice. I expected nothing

a

you are and let me manipulate you into thinking otherwise. If I do that, they will try harder to convince you and the truth will be revealed faster.' Asher's words were still fresh in

was in no condition to manipulate them, I'd have to do it

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

to visit my mother,

I turned towards Asher.

him to analyze the depth of his

heart thundering in my

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

What is this?

clenched the fabric

of the pitch-black marks

But Asher-

inch of him was covered in them. Dense. Spreading. There wasn't an

that hadn't been

this

been through to

who did this to

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