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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
At the center of the torment was Alpha Bard—Surganah’s right hand, a beast in his own right. Unlike Surganah, who cloaked his madness in twisted charm, Bard was pure wrath. He thrived on pain.
Wherever Bard walked, blood followed. He led raids into the villages, taking daughters and sons, leaving only ashes behind.
He carried a long iron staff that crackled with dark energy and used it to crush anyone who dared raise a voice.
Children learned to stay silent. Mothers learned to hide their joy. Fathers no longer taught stories of heroes because, under Surganah’s reign, there were no heroes—only survivors.
Audrey watched it all from her high tower, the Queen in name, but prisoner in truth. She watched as her people were crushed under the boots of beasts, and she mourned for the future of her son.
Sometimes, when Jeun was asleep, she’d look out over the Island and wonder if she’d ever made the right choices. Was she protecting him? Or simply delaying the inevitable?
But there was a spark—one she kept hidden even from herself.
She was raising him not just as a boy, but as something more. She had already begun teaching Jeun to control his instincts, to recognize lies masked in smiles, and to understand the price of power.
She filled his mind with questions that she hoped would guide him when the time came.
Jeun, even at three, understood things most grown men couldn’t. And deep in his little chest, where the blood of legends and monsters warred, a quiet storm was building.
The Island didn’t know it yet—but Altvall’s story wasn’t over. Not while Jeun lived.
Not while Audrey remembered.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
The Treachery of Alpha Bard
The dark clouds over Altvall thickened like whispers of doom. The Island never truly saw the sun anymore—not since Alpha Surganah’s return from the dungeon.
Shadows stretched across the land, not just from trees or crumbling stone towers, but from something much darker: ambition, fear, and betrayal.
Deep within the heart of the fortress, Alpha Bard paced like a caged predator. He was no longer content with being second.
For years, he had bowed his head, played the loyal servant, and carried out the filthiest of orders without question.
Surganah trusted him, called him brother in battle, shadow in war, heir in blood. But Bard knew—those were lies meant to soothe him into obedience.
And he had obeyed. Oh, how he had obeyed.
But everything changed the day that child was born.
Alpha Jeun.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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