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Chapter 37 - Chapter 36

As Isolde stood amidst the aftermath of her hard-won victory, a sense of confusion gnawed at her thoughts like a persistent shadow. The cavern was eerily silent now, the echoes of battle fading into the darkness as she surveyed the scene before her.

The ghostly apparitions that had aided her in battle had vanished as quickly as they had appeared, leaving Isolde feeling strangely alone in the oppressive stillness of the cave. She approached the lifeless form of the demon king, its twisted visage a grim reminder of the trials she had faced to reach this point.

With a steady hand, Isolde reached out and grasped the hilt of her sword, its blade slick with the blood of her fallen foe. Without hesitation, she plunged the blade into the demon king's chest, its dark blood spilling forth in a crimson torrent.

As the blood flowed, Isolde felt a strange sensation wash over her—a tingling warmth that seemed to suffuse her entire being with newfound strength. She drank deeply of the demon king's blood, the taste metallic and bitter on her tongue, but she knew that it was a necessary step to complete the trial that lay before her.

But even as she drank, her mind was consumed by questions—questions that had haunted her since childhood. The legends of her family's power, passed down through generations, had always spoken of a dark ritual—a ritual that involved the death of the current Duke of Sable and the ascension of the next in line to inherit the dukedom.

Yet here she stood, her hands stained with the blood of a demon king, her powers awakened without the need for such a sacrifice. Was it possible that everything she had been taught was a lie? Or was she somehow different, special in a way that defied the traditions of her family?

As Isolde pondered these questions, she felt a surge of uncertainty welling up within her—a nagging doubt that refused to be silenced. But amidst the confusion and uncertainty, one thing remained clear—she had overcome the trials that had been set before her, and she had emerged victorious.

With a determined resolve, Isolde turned and began to make her way out of the cave, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Whatever the truth may be, she knew that her journey was far from over, and that she would continue to forge her own path, guided by the strength and courage that burned brightly within her.

As Isolde stumbled out of the magic portal, her body ravaged by exhaustion and the effects of the demon blood coursing through her veins, she felt as though she were teetering on the edge of consciousness. Her vision blurred, her head spun dizzily, and each step felt like an insurmountable challenge.

With every ounce of strength she could muster, Isolde pressed on, her weary limbs carrying her forward through the snow-covered forest. But as the darkness threatened to claim her, she felt herself growing increasingly faint, her senses dulled by the overwhelming fatigue that washed over her like a tidal wave.

Just as she felt herself on the brink of collapse, two strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly against a warm, comforting presence. Through the haze of her fading consciousness, Isolde recognized the familiar embrace, and a flicker of recognition sparked within her foggy mind.

"Lucian?" she murmured weakly, her voice barely a whisper as she gazed up at the figure holding her. Despite the haze that clouded her senses, she found solace in the knowledge that she was not alone—that he was here, by her side, in her moment of need.

And then, with a final, fleeting breath, Isolde succumbed to the darkness, her body going limp in Lucian's arms as unconsciousness claimed her at last. But even as she slipped into oblivion, she found comfort in the warmth of his embrace, knowing that she was safe, if only for a fleeting moment, in the arms of the one she loved.

As Isolde's eyes fluttered open, the world came into focus around her. She found herself lying in a room bathed in warm, golden light, the air thick with the comforting scent of cedar and spice. Though she recognized the familiar surroundings of Cedric Palace, the realization only served to fuel the fire of anger and resentment that burned within her.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls and the plush furnishings that spoke of luxury and opulence. It was a stark contrast to the cold, oppressive atmosphere of Sable's castle, yet the familiarity of it all only served to deepen her sense of betrayal.

For a moment, Isolde allowed herself to wallow in her anger, her fists clenched at her sides as she replayed the events that had led her here. Memories of the trials she had endured, the sacrifices she had made, and the relentless pursuit of power that had consumed her existence flooded her mind, each one serving to fuel the flames of her rage.

But amidst the fury and resentment that threatened to consume her, a nagging sense of unease tugged at the edges of her consciousness. How had Lucian found her? What was his motive for bringing her here? And most importantly, what secrets was he hiding?

As Isolde struggled to piece together the fragments of her shattered reality, a single thought echoed in the recesses of her mind—a dark, foreboding whisper that sent shivers down her spine. Lucian had some connection to the black dragon, of that she was certain. And whatever secrets he was hiding, she was determined to uncover them, no matter the cost.

With a newfound resolve burning within her, Isolde pushed herself upright, her eyes blazing with determination as she prepared to confront the truth that lay hidden in the shadows of Cedric Palace. For she knew that only by unraveling the mysteries of her past could she hope to forge a future free from the chains of deception and betrayal.

To be continued....