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Chapter 619

Chapter 119 : His Death is Mine

*Lena*

Oliver was driving, and I was gripping my seatbelt for dear life as he topped one hundred miles per hour in the rickety truck that definitely was not made for this kind of speed. The barren landscape sped past in a blur, and my stomach clenched as I forced my eyes to stay open and on the road.

Normally I would have asked him what the hell he was doing driving so fast, but I didn’t care. We’d make it to Crimson Creek within the hour at this rate.

Oliver had nearly killed me, Charlie, and Uncle Troy driving like this once. It had been his first time behind the wheel. Troy was teaching Charlie and Oliver how to drive, and we’d taken the newly constructed bridges that interlocked some of the large islands in the isles. They weren’t open to the public yet, which was a good thing, because Oliver had launched Troy’s unassuming box of a car into hyperspeed before Troy had a chance to protest.

We had all screamed, but Oliver was screaming out of pure glee. He’d always been an adrenaline seeker.

For this drive, however, he was nothing but focused. The silence in the truck was overwhelming, and I was left to the mercy of my own thoughts. We’d left Breles two hours ago and hadn’t stopped. Beyond the blur of the rolling hills, I caught glimpses of the burned villages and cities along the highway, and that was it. No one else was on the road. No one was walking around the villages. It was empty, not a soul left to pick up the pieces.

“How are the northern packs faring?” I asked through gritted teeth as Oliver sped up to one hundred ten miles per hour, his face expressionless.

“They’re holding onto their territories but have experienced major casualties across the north. Dad talked to Kacidra recently, and Red Lakes is the largest outpost for refugees coming from the smaller mountain villages in the north, like Cedar Hollow. The vampires are using smaller portals to come through, and it’s been impossible to figure out where those portals are before they close up behind them.”

I swallowed back whatever reply had been forming on my tongue. We’d lost the southern end of the continent, but the north had a chance. At least, they would have a chance, if we were successful.

Success seemed like a pipedream. I had no real plan of action besides walking into the portal and shredding the realm. Oliver was planning on finding Zeke at the very least, maybe even teaming up with the lower vampires to start a war in their realm against King Nikolas so that the brunt of his forces were situated in their own realm, instead of ours.

Oliver was fully aware that it was likely we would have to separate to accomplish our own goals.

I didn’t realize I’d been closing my eyes and nodding off to sleep until I felt the truck beginning to slow. Oliver murmured something under his breath as I opened my eyes. I started, my body going rigid as I looked out over the outskirts of Crimson Creek.

Large tents had been erected all over the small town–black tents, so unlike the flimsy canvas tents I’d seen in Breles. I looked over at Oliver for a moment, then behind me where John and Colton were now huddled shoulder to shoulder and looked past us from the back seat.

Lower vampires were walking around in droves. The sun was coming up, and they were hurrying into tents, their arms full of food and supplies.

Food and supplies… rations–rations with the royal seal of the united allied forces on them.

“Oh my Goddess,” I managed to croak, my voice cracking as we drove by at a crawl.

“They look like us,” Colton said quietly.

“They’re more like us than we give them credit for,” Oliver replied in a level tone, his eyes following a group of young women carrying small children to a tent, all of their faces reddened with tears.

come here, the very land their own realm was battling against, the situation in the Night Realm must

where I’d stayed with Xander. It felt like a lifetime ago now. All of

portal rose up ahead of us, the sunrise reflecting upside down and glistening with energy. Warriors surrounded the truck, but then walked away as Oliver made our presence known. We were expected here,

commander, who was wearing a blue

turned around, eyeing me skeptically as I

closing the portal,” I

to get back into their lands if you close it?” he asked, and

meet his eyes. “There won’t be much to return to. They will stay

“Princess–”

lower vampire seeking refuge cross the portal.

cut in, stepping

he tilted his head, looking skeptical. “Yes,”

They said their king was selling them as slaves to the Vampire

commander with a steel-eyed look. I looked behind us, where a crowd of warriors was gathering, all of them wearing the patches of their homelands on their jackets and hats as they readied their weapons–Drogomor, Winter Forest, Mirage, Poldesse, Breles… even Egoren. These warriors were from all over the realm and beyond, and

I would be

commander stepped out of my way as I walked forward toward the portal. I could feel its

said in reply, reaching up to touch the sunstone that was tucked inside a

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get into Brune. It was empty, for one. The crystals that once lit the cavern up like day were darkened and cracked. Some

at all since crossing through the portal. It was daytime in this realm, but I knew it would be

and me, under our command, as well as John and Colton, were looking around in awe. If only they

forest, all the way up to the bridge

was no longer a bridge to the other

came to a stop before the drop-off. We were blanketed in darkness save for the pale light of the lanterns some of the

cried

felt a chill run up my spine as I turned

her to explain

of footsteps on the ledge across the dropoff–hurried steps, like

“Lena? Is that you?”

and lifting it over my head

the crystal-lined ceiling broke away in the distance, the impact with the city below sending a shockwave over us all. Some of the warriors yelped in

panic rising in my throat.

and I could hear her

can I