Chapter 787: A Curse To This World
A volcanic wasteland stretched endlessly, its surface cracked and seething with molten veins that glowed like the embers of a dying world.
Lysandra stumbled forward, her body battered, her spirit even more so.
The air was thick with dark mana, the heat scorching enough to melt most beings, but to her, it merely made her even more exhausted.
It was her heart that burned the most, the pain of her shattered soul far more unbearable than the hellish landscape around her.
She reached the edge of a jagged, crumbling cliff, staring down into the raging crimson magma below, which could melt even peak Soul Devourers completely within a few minutes. The molten rock churned and bubbled, devouring anything that dared to fall into its depths. Lysandra took a deep breath, her eyes dull and lifeless as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
Her trembling hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she whispered, "Son... forgive me... I never deserved to be your mother..."
She had failed him.
She had failed everyone she loved.
She felt worthless for watching them all die before her while she outlived them.
But what hurt her the most was accepting the cruel truth that she did love someone who killed Agonon. It was a truth she knew deep down in her heart but didn't want to face.
But that didn't change the fact that what she did was an act that might not let her son's soul rest in peace. It wasn't Asher she wanted to blame but herself for letting it happen.
If only she wasn't so weak...then she could have spared herself from facing this.
This pain was too much to endure anymore...All she wanted now was to free herself from it, even if she didn't deserve to.
The thought alone brought an odd, hollow sense of peace. If she could just-
*BOOM!*
Suddenly, a violent beam of dark red mana struck from above.
A blinding explosion followed as the impact sent her crashing into the ground, a crater forming beneath her from the sheer force.
Blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
She could have sensed it coming, but her mind was no longer present.
Her vision blurred as she weakly looked up, and through the shimmering heatwaves of the volcanic air, three figures descended from the sky.
Two of them were Dragonblood Knights, their winged silhouettes towering like executioners.
Between them, however, stood a burly young man, his black leathery wings stretching wide, his sharp features twisted into a malevolent grin.
Rhygar.
He landed on the scorched cliffside, the impact of his boots sending cracks through the brittle ground beneath him.
His dark red eyes gleamed with amusement as he mockingly shook his head, his expression taunting as he stepped forward.
"Mother," he drawled, his voice dripping with mock sympathy, "were you about to jump? How tragic... Were you really so scared of facing the consequences of your actions? We can't allow you to take the easy way out."
Lysandra's gaze barely wavered, though her chest rose and fell raggedly as she struggled to even move her limbs.
Her mind was too tired to feel anything.
Rhygar let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he spread his arms, "You must be wondering how I found you so easily after you made so many of our men run around in circles. But you should already know..." His eyes darkened, his smile twisting into something vile, "I've always been proficient at tracking down a slut like you, especially whenever you left our kingdom to fuck that alien dog!"
His voice seethed with venom, his hatred palpable just by remembering what he saw that day.
Lysandra simply stared up at him, her expression devoid of emotion.
Rhygar took a slow, deliberate breath, composing himself before grinning again, "Fortunately, I asked my father's permission to bring along two of our best knights to hunt you down."
He stepped closer, towering over her collapsed form, his shadow stretching long in the fire- lit terrain.
"And..." He reached down, fingers brushing against her jaw before gripping it cruelly, forcing her to look up at him.
"Even give you a taste of my punishment before I drag you back home."
Lysandra's eyes remained cold, her voice flat and cutting as she finally spoke.
"You are such a pathetic child."
Rhygar's smirk faltered.
She continued, her tone sharp like a blade carving into his ego, "I could never give birth to an abomination like you. Your real mother was a maid who was paid to give birth to you but died doing so."
A brief, agonizing silence followed.
Rhygar's eyes shook. His jaw clenched, his entire body tensing as if the very ground beneath him had just collapsed.
Lysandra stared at him without remorse, her next words sinking deeper into his pride like poisoned daggers, "Even if she were alive, she wouldn't love someone like you. Your mere existence is a curse to this world and a stain on our draconian bloodline."
Something inside him snapped.
With a furious snarl, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping tightly around her throat, pushing
her body even further into the ground by an inch.
"You BITCH!" he roared, his face contorted in fury.
His grip tightened, his claws d He had spent years seeking her approval, twisting himself into what he thought she wanted.
into her skin as he trembled with unbridled rage.
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