Lahat ng Kabanata ng BLOOD WAR: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter 41: Legacy of BloodThe wind blew through Valenfort like the last breath of the old world. The once-proud buildings were now nothing more than rusted steel skeletons. Atop the collapsed tower, Lucien Draven stood still, his eyes fixed on the horizon covered in dried blood. The pale moonlight reflected off his eyes, which were no longer the crimson of the Blood King, but a cold, emotionless silver.Every step he took left a trail of blood. Not someone else’s blood, but Evelyn’s own, which had fused with his soul from the sealing ritual. She no longer existed in human form, but her voice… still echoed in him like a rain of memories.“Lucien… don’t let blood decide what is right or wrong. Remember why I held your hand.”Those words were the only thread that kept him human.Down in the valley of ashes, the survivors of the Crimson Pact began to gather. There was no light, no faith, only survival instinct and the rumor of the “Blood Emperor Reborn”. In their eyes, Lucien now symbol

Chapter 43: The Thing Beneath the SealValenfort was silent.Not normal silence, but something wrong, like the city itself stopped breathing after Lucien died.Evelyn was still kneeling near the ruins of the Divine Tower. Her hands still held Hallowed Reaver, but her grip was weak now. She was staring at the place where Lucien disappeared, only black stone and ash left behind.“Lucien…”She called his name again, but there was no answer.Only empty air.Evelyn slowly stood up. Her legs were shaking a little.“This cannot end like this…” she whispered.The wind was gone. Even sound felt far away, like the world was holding still.Then she felt it.A heartbeat.Not from her body.From under the ground.Evelyn froze. “What…?”She looked down.The ground under her feet started to glow faint red. Lines appeared slowly, like veins waking up again.Eternal Blood Mark.Her eyes widened.“No… this is not possible… Lucien is dead…”But the mark did not disappear.It became stronger.It spread t

Chapter 45: The City That Starts to SinkValenfort was no longer just shaking.It was sinking.Not like a normal collapse where buildings fall and dust rises, but something deeper. The entire city felt like it was slowly being pulled downward, as if the ground itself had turned into water.Evelyn stood on broken stone, breathing heavily. Her sword, Hallowed Reaver, was still in her hand, but her arms felt heavier than before. The red cracks under the city kept expanding, forming shapes that looked too organized to be random.And beneath it all… that thing was still breathing.In.Out.In.Out.Each breath made the whole city respond like a body reacting to pain.Evelyn looked down into the glowing fissure. “Lucien… answer me,” she said.For a moment, there was only static silence.Then his voice came, weak and broken.“…Evelyn…”She immediately knelt closer. “I am here. Stay with me. Don’t disappear again.”The light inside the crack flickered.But it was weaker than before.Lucien’s

Chapter 47: The Final ChainPain was the first thing Evelyn felt.It spread through her body like liquid fire, crawling beneath her skin and sinking into her bones.The Eternal Blood Mark continued to expand across her arm, glowing through torn fabric before disappearing beneath her collar.Every heartbeat made it burn hotter, as though something inside the mark was trying to synchronize with her blood.She dropped one hand against the ground and forced herself not to scream.Around her, Valenfort continued to change.Entire sections of the city had begun to sink into the widening abyss below. Streets that once connected districts now ended in empty darkness. Ancient buildings leaned at impossible angles, while cracks glowing with crimson light stretched across the ruins like scars cut into the world itself."Evelyn!"Lucien's voice reached her again.Not from the air.Not from the city.From the mark.She lifted her head immediately."Lucien?"The pain eased slightly when she heard h

Chapter 49: The Black SpireThe words stayed inside Evelyn's mind long after Lucien finished speaking.It wasn't trapped.It was sleeping.The difference should have been small, yet it changed everything.A prison implied resistance. A prison meant someone had won once before. But sleep was different. Sleep suggested patience. It suggested purpose.Whatever was beneath Valenfort had never been defeated.It had simply been waiting.The black spire continued rising from the heart of the ruined city, climbing higher with every passing minute. Pieces of ancient stone broke away from its surface and crashed into the streets below, while crimson symbols glowed faintly between cracks that seemed older than recorded history.Around Evelyn, the remaining survivors stared in stunned silence.Nobody understood what they were looking at.Yet everyone could feel it.The pressure.The unease.The instinctive certainty that something was terribly wrong.One of the hunters finally found his voice."W