Protected: THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70
Audrey fled back toward her quarters, hope and fear warring in her heart, while Surganah turned to the guard, lips thin with rage. “And you,” he said, voice cold as steel, “go to Bard’s chamber.
Tell him his Alpha’s child has disappeared. He will stand before me at once.”
By the time Bard arrived—his gait hurried, jaw clenched—Surganah was waiting in the throne room with only two guards at his side.
The grand doors slammed shut behind Bard, and the hollow light of dawn lit his pale face.
“Where is my son?” Surganah’s voice shook the columns with its wrath.
Bard swallowed, heart pounding. “Alpha… I—I know nothing of it. I haven’t laid eyes on him since last night.”
Surganah advanced, his cloak swirling like black smoke. “Then you will find him,” he snarled. “And if there is anyone—anywhere—who dares hide him from me, I will tear them limb from limb. Do you understand, Bard? I will not be denied.”
Bard nodded frantically, though his eyes flickered with fear and something darker—guilt? Rage? He bowed, voice trembling. “Yes, Alpha. I will find him.”
As Bard hurried away to marshal the search, Surganah stood brooding by his throne.
The absence of the child had struck a blow deeper than any blade. But unknown to him, far beyond the fortress walls, Jeun’s life was being reshaped by forces older than Altvall itself—forces that would soon unleash the child’s true power upon a world still trembling under the shadow of the One.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70
The Oracle’s Dire Warning
Surganah strode through the silent halls of his fortress, each step echoing like a drumbeat of impending fate.
The morning’s storm had left the air electric, and even the stone walls seemed to tremble beneath the weight of his fury.
He did not pause until he stood before the obsidian altar where his Supernatural Pot lay, encircled by ritual runes that flickered with pale, unholy light.
Without ceremony, Surganah leaned close to the pot, nostrils flaring. “Pot,” he demanded, voice low and taut, “I have come about…”
Before he could complete his statement, the Pot’s voice rumbled, deep and cold as granite. “You are here because of the missing child, right?”
Surganah startled, glancing around the chamber as though the walls themselves might answer. With a measured nod, he forced his voice to remain steady. “So you can see him now?”
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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