Chapter 83: Damn it!

Warning! This Chapter contains a sensitive topic such as child deaths.

*~Caspian’s POV~*

We finally arrived at the location Lilith had given us. The moment we stepped in, the air shifted—cold, charged, almost vibrating with the residue of dark magic. Witches were present. I signaled to the others. We stayed low, alert, and ready.

Then—an arrow whizzed through the air.

I ducked instinctively, growling as it missed me by an inch. Another arrow flew, this time grazing Leon’s shoulder. And then they emerged—witches, camouflaged in dirt-toned robes, their faces marked with ash and bark. They weren’t using spells... they were fighting with Arus—nature-bound weapons.

Just like I suspected.

They were remnants of a coven, not whole. Dallia had been their tether to power—she was their anchor, the one who connected them to the spirit of the earth. Without her, they couldn’t cast properly. They were weakened. Unstable.

Which made them easier targets.

Aurora moved like fire through the chaos—five witches on her, and not a single one could land a hit. Her power wasn’t borrowed from any coven. She drew directly from nature itself. A wild witch. Very rare strong type.

Then A screech..it was a loud small tone. My eyes snapped toward the sound. A baby’s cry.

My heart slammed against my ribs. Aurora turned to me, panting. Her hand gripped mine. "Those are the babies," she whispered urgently, and then—without warning—kissed me.

A jolt of energy pulsed through me.

"Go," she said. "Now."

I nodded, and in a blink, I sprang into the trees, following the faint trail of sound. Branches scratched at my arms. My pulse thundered in my ears. I followed the cry, deeper and deeper until I—

Stopped.. right there center of the clearing... was a figure. Standing riding, half-shadowed by the low branches of a weeping willow.

And beneath him..A tree stump. With two bundles of cloth.

The babies.

My steps slowed. My hearing sharpened—one heartbeat. Just one.

No. No, no, no. There were four of us here—me, the figure, and two babies. Why was I hearing only one?

Something was wrong. The figure dropped something—a small cup. His hands trembled. He turned slowly, and my chest seized.

first time I’d seen him since we sealed him

His eyes sunken and filled with something I couldn’t place—rage, grief,

"Caspian..." I didn’t speak. My eyes darted

were they

unbearable ache bloomed in my chest as my gaze locked with his—Cyrius. My brother. My

then I

my body as I shoved

fragile bodies wrapped in soft cloth, I dropped to my knees, hands trembling as I reached out. My

baby.... There are

heartbeat. Their tiny chests didn’t rise. Their eyes were shut, and their skin—gods, their skin was already starting to

No No. No. No.

turning blue. Like they were—like

nearly lost my balance. My vision blurred. My hands refused to stop

I would bring

raw, and glared at

you do,

twisted in anguish. "No—this wasn’t the plan. Caspian, I swear to you,

babies!" I roared, my voice echoing into the trees. "If you wanted revenge, you would come for me. You come for Cayden. You come for the

witch—she took the powers from them. She gave them to me. And then everything... everything went

fingers clawing through his hair. "They weren’t supposed to die! I thought they were asleep. I—I didn’t

I

my hands flying to his throat as I slammed him against the nearest tree. His back cracked

blue. It wasn’t just the babies. He was

of his skin. His eyes looked sunken, like the life inside him was leaking out slowly, just like theirs

hadn’t just drained the babies. They’d turned

them a fake or poison to Cyrius, then let all

my grip on his throat, fury

how much pain Hazel has already endured? Do you even know the

but I didn’t

you

shook as I lifted him higher. "What kind of monster

monster..." he rasped. "You are."

"You’re the one who sealed me in that coffin. You and Cayden. You daggered me and buried me alive for five years.

wouldn’t lose my mind? You think

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