All Chapters of The Dragon King's Forbidden Desire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dawn never truly came. The sky remained a dull gray, as though the sun itself struggled to pierce through the thick blanket of clouds. A faint violet hue lingered along the horizon, subtle yet unsettling. Soldiers moved quietly across the ridge, fatigue etched into their faces. The repeated skirmishes had drained them, but the anticipation of something worse kept them alert. Elara had not slept. She stood near the ridge’s highest point, her gaze fixed on the distant plains. The fracture in the sky from the night before replayed in her thoughts. Her magic remained restless, like a tide refusing to settle. “You’re feeling it again,” Verath said, approaching her. “Yes.” She didn’t look at him. “Stronger now.” The ground beneath her boots felt hollow. Verath crouched, pressing his palm against the stone. His expression darkened. “Something is moving below us.” Kael joined them quickly. “Scouts report no enemy movement on the surface.” “Because they aren’t coming from the surface,

The forest no longer felt like a forest. As Ashenrealm’s forces advanced toward the scorched villages, the treeline ahead grew denser, darker, and unnaturally still. No birds called. No wind moved the leaves. Even the sound of marching boots seemed to be swallowed before it could echo. Elara slowed slightly. “This isn’t natural,” she murmured. Verath rode beside her, eyes narrowed. “It’s been altered.” Kael raised a hand, signaling the army to halt. “Scouts ahead.” Two riders moved into the forest and vanished between the trees. Minutes passed. No return. A cold unease spread through the ranks. “They should have signaled by now,” Kael said. Verath’s voice dropped. “We don’t wait.” He raised his hand. “Advance carefully. Formation V.” The army moved in a tighter formation, shields raised. Elara stepped forward, her magic already building beneath her skin, cautious and alert. The forest swallowed them quickly, branches forming a thick canopy overhead. The deep

The crack spread. A thin line at first, then a jagged seam racing across the surface of the cocoon. Light bled through it, not bright, but sharp, like something cutting through darkness from the inside out. Elara stepped back, pulse hammering. The chamber responded. Roots along the walls tightened, their faint glow intensifying as though feeding whatever struggled to emerge. The spiral symbols carved into them pulsed in unison, faster now like a heartbeat accelerating toward something inevitable. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet,” Elara said under her breath. The shadowed figure tilted its head. “It was always going to happen.” “You said I was meant to witness,” she shot back. “Not trigger it.” “You misunderstand your role.” The cocoon split further. A low sound echoed from within, deep and resonant, almost like a breath drawn after centuries of silence. Elara’s magic surged in response, flaring brighter than before. This time, she didn’t fight it. She let it expand, for

The crack in the sky did not flash this time. It opened. A jagged seam of pale violet light tore across the clouds, wider than before unstable, pulsing, alive. The air itself seemed to warp around it, bending in subtle, unnatural waves. Everyone felt it. The soldiers faltered. Even the forest stilled, as if something greater than the battlefield had claimed attention. Elara’s heart dropped. “It’s reacting again,” she said. “No,” Verath corrected, his voice low. “It’s responding.” To you, he didn’t say but they both felt it. The creature in front of them shifted violently, its form flickering faster, edges distorting. The closer Elara stood, the more unstable it became. She stepped back. Instantly, it followed. Not attacking, it was tracking. “It’s linked to you,” Kael said sharply. “I know,” Elara replied, forcing herself to stay calm. Above them, the fracture widened. From within it, something moved. Not a single shape many. Elara’s breath caught. “There’s more.” T

Pain exploded through Elara’s body. Not physical pain something deeper. Ancient. Vast. The moment the creature touched her, power surged through her veins like liquid fire, forcing its way into every corner of her mind. The world vanished. The battlefield disappeared. The forest, the soldiers, Verath’s roar Gone. Elara found herself suspended in darkness. No ground beneath her feet. No sky above. Only endless black threaded with faint streams of violet light stretching infinitely in every direction. She struggled to breathe. “What is this?” she whispered. A voice answered immediately. “The space between worlds.” The second creature emerged from the darkness before her, clearer now than before. Here, its form looked almost human tall and draped in shifting shadows, its glowing eyes fixed on her with terrifying calm. “You brought me here.” “No. Your power did.” Elara clenched her fists. “Release me.” The creature ignored the demand. Around them, the violet streams brigh