The Damned Demon - Chapter 766

Chapter 766: The Dead Don't Let Go



Rowena's vision blurred as her surroundings seemed to fade into a haze of chaos. Her body trembled, her mana reserves utterly depleted, and Flaralis's labored breaths echoed behind her.

She glanced at her dragon, his massive frame bleeding and battered, and her heart ached with guilt. In the distance, her castle loomed, its dark spires barely visible through the haze of smoke and flames.

Her crimson eyes dimmed as she silently whispered in her mind, "Forgive me, Father. I failed you and our kingdom."

Drakar's voice pierced through the din, smooth and taunting, "If you surrender now, I will spare whatever is left of your kingdom and your people," he called out, his lips curling into a sly smile. His tone was calculated, testing to see if the proud woman would finally break. She reminded him quite a lot of that bitch who was once his wife. Maybe he found the right replacement.

Rowena's body wavered slightly, an indescribable strain coursing through her. She placed a hand briefly over her abdomen, the faintest flicker of life within reminding her of the growing child in her womb. She clenched her teeth, grimacing as pain shot through her. But even as her body begged for rest, her mind refused to falter.

She straightened her back, forcing herself to stand tall despite the agony. Surrendering was not an option. She would rather die fighting than allow her people to bend the knee to someone like Drakar, who would turn their lives into an endless nightmare.

With a cold, defiant gaze, Rowena silently raised her whip. Its black coils shimmered faintly, the last remnants of her mana pooling into her weapon. She was prepared to fight again, even if it meant her last stand.

Drakar sneered, his sinister smile widening. "You foolish woman. Do you seriously think you can go down fighting? No..." His eyes gleamed with malice as he hefted his glaive. "I'm going to make sure you stay alive, just so I can savor the moment I break you." His laughter echoed across the battlefield, chilling the air.

But suddenly, the battlefield fell into a strange silence, pierced only by the faintest melody- a haunting, ethereal song that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the soldiers present. The melody carried a strange power, sending tremors through the souls of Drakar's men.

"What is this?" Drakar growled, his grin fading as the song reached his ears. He quickly channeled mana to block the sound, shouting, "Quickly! Seal your ears!"

But it was too late. Hundreds of his soldiers began staggering, their eyes glazing over as the song took hold of them. Like puppets on strings, they turned on their comrades, their weapons cutting down their fellow soldiers with no hesitation. The battlefield erupted into chaos as the possessed soldiers clashed with those who struggled to resist the song's influence.

Rowena's brows briefly raised in surprise as she turned her head toward the source of the melody. Emerging from the darkness, marching behind a line of armored soldiers, was Isola.

She moved with regal grace, her presence commanding, and behind her marched 500 Umbralfiend warriors, their faces shrouded in darkness but their movements sharp and disciplined.

"Isola..." Rowena mumbled weakly, the name slipping from her lips as a faint glimmer of shock and recognition crossed her face. Of all the people, she hadn't expected Isola to come. She had every reason to help her own people rather than come here, let alone bring so many elite soldiers with her, with dozens of them being low-level Soul Devourers.

As the chaos raged on, Isola approached Rowena, her melodic song ceasing but leaving its effects rippling through the battlefield.

Her cool blue eyes met Rowena's as she spoke, her voice calm yet earnest, "I know you are angry at me, and I understand if you won't forgive me for not telling you the truth. But it was never mine to tell, nor did I want to break your trust. For now, let's just focus on getting through this together."

Rowena's crimson eyes flickered, a complicated light flashing through them as she gazed at Isola. The harsh words she had spoken to her earlier echoed in her mind, yet here Isola was, standing beside her. Despite everything, she had come to help.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Rowena gave a silent nod, her expression softening briefly before her gaze hardened once more as they turned to face Drakar and his men.

around them.

The draconian generals were shocked but gritted their teeth as they tried to struggle free.

But then their figures were lit up with a chilling dark blue light as they looked down.

Thorin, his dying body glowing with an eerie, deadly blue light, gave them one last indifferent look, "Struggle all you want. The dead don't let go... and neither will I," Saying so, an earthshaking blast of dark blue light spread out in a sphere-like shape for hundreds of meters, reducing every draconian trapped in the sphere to get shredded apart by the hands of

death.

From across the battlefield, Esther turned as she felt the entire ground beneath her shake. Seeing the dark blue sphere flickering away in the distance and the thousands of dead draconians, she realized what just happened.

Without hesitation, she flew towards that spot. Her staff glowed faintly as she reached his side, the chaos of battle fading into a muffled hum around her.

Thorin's breaths were shallow, each one a struggle as blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His skeletal hand weakly reached out, and Esther knelt beside him, clutching it

tightly.

In a hoarse, rasping voice, he said, "Protect... our secrets... no matter what. I am trusting you...

with this."

Esther's lips parted, disbelief flashing across her face. Even in his dying breath, he was more concerned about the secrets of House Thorne than himself or his family.

The thought burned within her like an icy shard. She didn't even know what to say as she saw the light fade from his eyes. His head slumped back, and his hand went limp in hers.

For a moment, the chaos of the battlefield seemed to still, as if the world itself acknowledged the death of one of its titans. But Esther felt no grief.

She sat frozen, clutching his lifeless hand, her expression hardening into one of cold disappointment. He was ambitious, ruthless yet consumed by duty to their house. Not far away, Sabina caught sight of her father's fall. Her breath hitched as an unexpected

stab of pain pierced her chest. Her grip on her bloodied chain tightened as she whispered, "No..." Her heart clenched, the weight of reality sinking in. No matter what kind of man he had been, he was still her father.

Sabina's eyes burned with unshed tears as a low, simmering rage began to boil within her.

She stared at the draconians who had swarmed her father, her teeth gritted so hard it felt as though they would crack. "How dare you... How dare you filthy draconians..." she mumbled, her voice trembling with uncontained fury.

Without waiting, she surged forward, her bloodied chain unfurling with a sharp, metallic snap. Her voice rose to a roar as she charged into the fray, "I'll kill every last one of you!"