บททั้งหมดของ Returning in Reverse After Betrayal: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

She threw the dagger.I reacted on instinct. Pulled power from one of my mental channels—the one I'd designated for combat magic—and created a shield.The Moonbane rune manifested instantly.Solid. Controlled.The dagger bounced off harmlessly."Again!" Thea threw three more.I deflected all of them. Each shield formed exactly where I needed it. No explosions. No wild surges.Just clean, precise magic."Excellent!" Thea was grinning now. "You're getting it. Now try something harder. Create and maintain three shields at once."That was trickier. I had to split my attention. Pull from multiple channels simultaneously.The first two shields formed easily. The third flickered. Unstable."Don't force it," Thea coached. "Let it flow. Trust the channels you built."I relaxed my mental grip. Let the power move naturally through the pathways I'd created.The third shield solidified.

The scout's frantic report hung in the air like a storm cloud.We reinforced the breaches on the spot, Moonbane flaring like stars against the encroaching dark.It was a grim reminder: time was no longer our ally. But as the immediate threat ebbed, Garrett refocused us on the map, his voice steady. "We adapt. The plan holds. Draw them in, break their lines, and end this with Sophia at the heart.""Fine!" I agreed.Garrett studied the map. "It's risky. But I don't see a better option. When do we implement it?"Tomorrow night. Last preparations. Then the next morning, we're ready." I straightened. "Everyone, get a rest. Eat well. Spend time with loved ones. Because come dawn the day after tomorrow, everything changes."The meeting broke up.People were left to handle the final preparations.Soon, it was just me, Kael, and Garrett."Can you really face her?" Garrett asked. "Seraphine's been alive

"You're holding better than yesterday," she observed, wiping sweat from her brow."The channels are working. Feel the flow?""Like a river, not a flood." I straightened, flexing my fingers.The Tear hummed contentedly within, no longer a wild torrent but a directed current—cold, yes, but harnessed."But it's still... hungry. Watching for weakness.""That's its nature. Eternal vigilance, remember?" She placed a hand on my arm, her touch grounding. "You've come far, Sophia. From shattering gales in training to this precision. Seraphine won't know what hit her.""If I can get close enough.""You will." Her eyes sharpened, the shaman's foresight flickering."The Goddess doesn't choose bearers lightly. Trust that."I nodded, but trust felt fragile amid the clamor of the camp: warriors barking orders, scouts relaying positions, children like Erica being herded toward the shelters with packs on their backs. Helena oversaw

The ground trembled, air ionising with raw magic, as the true reckoning unfolded amid the chaos of war.Her shadows surged like a tidal wave; I met it with a glacial wall, Tear-fueled ice shattering against the void, Moonbane silver cracking the dark.The impact slammed into my chest like a physical blow.I staggered back, boots digging trenches in the blood-soaked mud.Pain flared along my arms where the runes burned white-hot, but I held.Seraphine did not stagger.She walked forward through the haze of steam and shattered energy, black robes untouched, blood-moon eyes gleaming with amusement.“Is that all?” she asked aloud, her voice cutting through the distant screams and clashing steel.“After all your careful planning, all those pretty runes… this is what you bring against me?”I tasted blood.My glacial wall had fractured; shards of ice-blue light rained around me like broken glass.The Tear inside me roared, demanding I unleash it fully, but I held the leash tight.Not yet.“No

The corruption fought back like a living thing.Dark magic clung to every cell, burning my hands, searing my veins.I poured in Moonbane purity, Silvermane blood, the Tear itself—ice-blue and silver light flooding Dane’s body.He screamed.I screamed.Pain beyond anything I’d known—bones shattering and reforming, soul on fire.Through the bond, Kael flooded me with strength, with love, refusing to let me fall.Let go, I told the darkness.Release him.Layer by layer, centuries of knots unraveled.Burned away.One final knot.I seized it.Tore it free.Light exploded—silver-white and gold, divine and blinding.The cage rattled. Outside, warriors shielded their eyes.When it faded, the Monster was gone.In its place knelt a gray wolf—large, but normal.Then shifting to human: a man, maybe forty, strong features, utterly exhausted.He looked up at me with clear brown eyes.“Thank you,” he whispered, voice cracked from disuse.“Two hundred years… screaming. Thank you.”Then he closed his