Chapter 314 314: Awakening II

Lyla

This moment, this fight… was to his delight because he was harnessing the powers, using them to awaken himself and escape the curse. My weakness was his strength.

I have to stop.

"I have to stop," I murmured, hoping Nanny could hear me. Everything was sounding so far away.

"What did you say?" I heard her ask.

"I have to stop," I murmured again, trying not to cry. "He's using my strength… that's why I'm weak. Please help me stop…"

"What!" Nanny brought her ear close to my mouth. "What are you saying?"

The Blue Cloak had reached Ramsey. I wanted to scream out, gods!, I tried to call out to Ramsey, but the words were stuck in my throat, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

Lenny saw the cloak but not the knife… Just as he realised… the knife glittered in the hot afternoon sun…

Ten thousand years ago, when the sun shone so fiercely in the sky like it was now, Neriah had witnessed the death of her mate, Thames, dying in the arms of the man she had to marry, Rian.

I watched as the knife came up again, glittering with sun and blood…

"Lyla!" I heard Nanny's voice calling my name from afar.

I was so weak, I couldn't answer.

Neriah had run mad

cheek as I turned to stare at the

completely. My knees had already buckled, my body collapsing as

sounds of battle grew distant, as

had pushed too far, used too much power.

like a comet. As it drew closer, I

whispered

She was radiant, and her fur shimmered with a soft glow. Her eyes were more knowing than I

growled, her voice echoing in my mind. "Fight with your strength and your

said. "I used all my power trying to transform

singing, your transformation ability—it

mind. How was Nymeris here? Had she ever truly died? Was this just a hallucination as my consciousness began to

Nymeris interrupted my thoughts.

strength surged through me—not the external power I channelled when singing, but something deeper, more primal. My own strength, my

me with tears streaming down her face. My elite guards and the former Ferals fought desperately to hold back a new wave

transforming the

that the movement made Nanny gasp in shock.

time," I said, my voice stronger than it had

the circle, ignoring Nanny's protests. The nearest Feral lunged at me, but I raised my hand. Blue flame erupted from my palm—not the gentle healing energy I usually channelled, but raw power. The flame struck the

transform them. I

job: to weaken every Feral and let the

the wind, untouchable and unstoppable. With each wave of my hand, blue flames shot forth, striking Ferals and dropping them instantly. My aura extended around me, a field of power that

the Moonsinger!" Killian shouted to

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