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Chapter 225 Halfling & Shadow Of The Forgotten 2

Lyra's breath came in shallow gasps as she stumbled forward, the relentless pursuit echoing in her mind. Her ragged dress clung to her, torn and smeared with streaks of dried blood. Shadows seemed to stretch, almost sentient, curling and twisting to block her path.

Desperate, she pressed on, the cold biting of the night grass, into her bare feet.

"The Halfling—she's here! Don't let her escape!" Voices from behind clawed through the mist, hammering down on her like a death sentence. She couldn't see her pursuers, but she could feel their malice, their heavy footfalls echoing through causing tremors in the ground.

"I...I can't..." she whispered, legs trembling. Her hands grasped at the rough trees, her strength waning with every step.

Panic surged through her, tightening around her chest as she pushed herself forward, refusing to let them catch her. "Sister," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please… come and save me. I… I don't have much left…"

Her strength faded with every step, her surroundings closing in on her as the mist deepened, swallowing her whole.

{Come on child~!} said the voice in a melodic voice that seemed to break away the anxiety in Lyra.

She who had been running relentlessly, strength nearly betraying her body with her pursuers getting closer, had suddenly stopped in her tracks as though she had reached safety.

Her soul felt as if it had been nourished, her feelings of being unworthy and a curse vanishing instantly.

She took a few steps towards the direction where the voice came from.

{You're not unworthy child, you're not a curse, you're the most beautiful thing! But look at them~~} The voice compelled her to look behind.

Her eyes widened as she took in her pursuers' figures—frozen, stopped entirely as if time itself had stilled them. It was as though they were mere children before the force protecting her.

She didn't realize that a green and golden mist was surrounding her slowly.

{They don't know, child~~ They don't know how precious and beautiful you are! You're welcome here by my side; you should be deemed the most worthy and beautiful compared to them all! They're the filthy of this world!} Lyra felt herself agreeing.

{Let's go, child~} Lyra extended her hand forward, allowing herself to be pulled by an unseen force.

Beyond the mist, a violet flicker of light seemed to fight as if it were caged, only to stop as Lyra became fully engulfed now labelled as a "feeder".

But what was the violet flicker, and what were the puppets feeding?

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In the dimly lit room, shadows danced wildly across the walls as if they were alive, each twist and flicker radiating a sinister life of its own. Those present could feel the suffocating weight in the air, the shadows pressing down on them like hands wrapping around their throats.

Their breaths grew shallow, their hands clawing at their necks, fighting for even a sliver of air.

Shadows flickered furiously in the center of a darkened room, casting sinister patterns on the walls. The people inside felt a tight grip around their throats, choking them until they could barely breathe.

Their eyes bulged in terror as they gasped for air, clawing at their necks in desperation.

At the center of the chaos lay woman's lifeless form, her black hair spilling across her shoulders and pillows, her eyes shut forever in silence. Around her thin neck, her skin appeared hollow, as though everything within her had been drained.

Though the rest of her was covered, her face reflected only suffering and emptiness.

The cries of a newborn baby cut through the oppressive silence, sharp and insistent. The sound alone seemed to enrage the shadows, their chaotic movements growing wilder, each flicker an angry, jagged pulse in the darkness.

Each person in the room began to weaken, despite being awakened, their strength and mana completely useless against the shadows overtaking them. One by one, they collapsed, lifeless husks joining the woman on the floor.

As their last breaths escaped, the shadows stabilized, retreating slowly into the form of a newborn baby in the woman's arms.

As the child's cries intensified, the shadows grew even more violent, and the air seemed to tremble under their presence.

But the shadows weren't merely reacting; they were drawn to the child, gathering around her like moths to flame, casting the room into an even deeper darkness. Those who had once been around the woman's bedside now lay on the floor, drained husks with sunken eyes and ashen skin, the remnants of life clinging to them only in mockery.

The baby, however, was untouched. Her small form seemed to absorb the shadows, her dark, unfathomable eyes peering up with an awareness far beyond her years.

The baby's dark hair had grown enough to cloak her tiny body, and her half-closed eyes glistened like an endless abyss, her very presence exuding a quiet but intense power.

An endless void that seemed to drink in everything around her. A chill filled the room as if death itself had entered, unseen yet omnipresent.

Out of view, a pair of dark violet eyes watched the scene unfold.

{"She has been born,"} a voice whispered, barely audible above the stillness. {"Inform the Dark Immortal—their descent to the mortal realm will be smoother in less than a century."}

As the violet eyes vanished, another presence emerged within the shadows, an unseen figure with an almost invisible grin.

"Welcome to the world, Shadow Of The Forgotten," the figure murmured with a hint of challenge as she watched the departing violet eyes. "Let them come. They'll soon find out what awaits them here."

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Present – Alera's Struggle with the Mist.

{Look at what you did to them, Alera,} the mist's voice whispered to her, a sneer woven through its words as though savoring each syllable. But it too hadn't seen the violent eyes and the last figures.

Alera knelt, head bowed, unable to stop the torrent of memories filling her mind.

She found herself back in that dark room, her mother's form lying lifeless on the bed, her eyes fixed on the lifeless faces surrounding her—all bearing the signs of her birth. In the mist, the village bullies' voices echoed, reminding her of her curse, her inescapable guilt.

{You killed her, didn't you?} the mist whispered, tugging on her darkest fears.

Alera shook her head weakly, unable to escape the images. But the mist only tightened its hold, twisting her sorrow into despair.

{You think you're worth living after what you did to your mother? Laughable! Death is what you deserve. Oh, right~} the voice of the mist recalled with sinister delight. {Not even death can accept you, for you are death itself. There is no place for you in this world.}

The words burrowed into her, each one heavier than the last.

Her shoulders slumped, her hands clutching at her chest as though she could tear the shame away.

"Well said! She's indeed Death itself!" Pyris' voice rang out, breaking the mist's control. The voice faltered, caught off-guard by his sudden appearance.

{Insolence! How! How did you escape?} It was shocked, disbelief evident in every syllable.

"Me?" Pyris chuckled, calm and defiant.

Unknown moments ago...