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Chapter 622

CHAPTER 122 : SHE’S GONE

*Xander*

Henry led me through the camp with one arm wrapped around my waist as I limped along. I wondered how long it would be until the healers found out I was missing, but I didn’t particularly care.

I was in shock at the fact that Henry was here. I know that he, without a doubt, would tell me everything he knew about what happened.

We crossed what used to be a street and walked into one of the market squares dappled around Breles. It was all rubble now, the buildings toppled, and the road split down the center. Ash covered everything in sight, and in the distance, smoke continued to rise. Utter destruction–that was the only way to describe this place, this once great city.

“The Alpha of Breles is dead,” Henry said as he eased me down onto a piece of rubble shaped like a chair. The rebar grazed my back as I shifted my weight, wincing as my skin pulled around the thick sutures covering my body. I’d be scarred from this, forever, in a lot of different ways. I wondered, as I met Henry’s eye, if I would ever be the same again… if anyone would after what we’d all witnessed.

I nodded in response to Henry’s announcement. I didn’t really care. Lots of Alphas had fought alongside their warriors. It was likely the Alpha of Breles wasn’t the only leader sharing a grave with the fallen.

“There was one final push before the portal fell,” Henry said, settling down next to me with a groan. He extended his legs in front of him, his ankles crossed and his hands folded in his lap. “The Death Walkers were pushed out of Breles shortly after Lena and Oliver crossed over, but they ripped the city to shreds in the process. It was a bloody battle… so much death, on both sides. Hope looked as though it was lost until… well, Lena’s aunt, the Luna of Poldesse? She came storming to the frontlines with a small force behind her and fought alongside her husband until dawn. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Maeve?” I said, a vision of her decked out in armor and wielding a sword and shield came to mind. I imagined her running into battle, flanked by warriors in their wolf forms as she tore through the lines of vampires trying to take back the city.

“Yes, that one. The battle took place until the early hours of the morning. Everyone able to stand or shift and fight was out on the front lines. Every vampire that had taken refuge in the rubble was out hunting, and soon the streets were filled with blood and gore and… Xander, I didn’t think our kind would win this war. Not until….” He paused, swallowing hard as he gathered his thoughts.

“The sky split in two just before dawn, a great, but silent, explosion. It sent a wave of light across Breles, illuminating even the darkest recesses of the city. The Death Walkers turned to ash, and the battle just… ended, just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

I pursed my lips, fighting against the pain throbbing through my body as I listened to his words.

“Why?”

“Why what? Why the spray of light? Why did the vampires turn to ash?”

“Both,” I said flatly.

Henry shrugged, tapping his fingers on his thigh. “There has been talk from the refugee camp in Crimson Creek about the significance of the moment. All lower vampires, you know, none of them died like the Death Walkers. They say it’s because the Death Walkers were made by the king, or his kind, other High Vampire gods, and the like. The king died; he must have, and those connected to him just… poof!” Henry waved a hand in the air.

tongue over his lip, looking me

right out of the realm,” he breathed. “Every night I watched wave after wave of lower vampires leave their underground kingdoms. I could see it all from my perch on the mountain. I followed their trail during the daytime, and then followed a group of them through the portal one day. It was just after you and Oliver torched the clearing outside of the portal, actually. Everyone was talking about it. The king pulled his forces back after that to guard his own

asked, an uneasy feeling settling in my

“Who?”

“The King–”

Zeke? Tall,

is not the king of Brune,” I said with a chuckle, shaking

to sell out his kingdom to the Vampire King. He’s somewhere

I remembered, giving one to

sunlight beating on my brow heating my skin and making me nauseous. I blinked, eyes watering. I could

you through the camp to get you to a healer tent. I went to the healer tent two days ago, shortly after you arrived. They wouldn’t let me in, but I overheard what was being said. You were flayed open, Xander. You barely had a drop of blood left in you. The White

whispered, unsure if my words

“Yes, I heard.”

said anything about what

laced with sadness. “The

he did it. He can

“That realm is gone.”

the chest, tearing open any half-healed wounds as the pain ripped through my heart. I already knew that was the truth. I should have been able to feel

have felt

She was just… gone. And I had no reason to believe she waa ever coming back,

words. I felt Henry’s

“I’m sorry–”

let me die,” I seethed, sudden fury numbing the pain etched into every inch of

Henry whispered. “I begged them to leave you

“Xander?”

the afternoon sun as

against the sun, and then let them go wide as she spotted Henry. She dropped the basket, sucking in her breath as

hybrid. It was the same deal that Henry had made that kept him bound to Crimson Creek and the

everything now that the king, and all of his dark magic,