The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 303: Arcane Night

Chapter 303: Arcane Night

Astonishment flitted through Rama’s jade irises as the words rolled off smoothly from Aurora’s mouth. Lashes fluttering in disbelief, she was dumbstruck.

"I had a husband?" She stuttered, unable to process the revelation into her head properly.

Out of the most insane speculations she imagined in her head, the thought of having a husband never crossed her thoughts.

"Yes, but it’s a very long story to delve into, but all you have to know is that the both of you will be reunited soon, he has returned." Aurora remarked, but Rama’s countenance was indifferent to hers.

"What on earth is he?" Rama queried.

Aurora hesitated, holding her tongue as she was reluctant to speak.

"What is he? He isn’t human, I’m very well certain of that, so what is he?" Rama asked again.

"He’s the vampire king and also the devil’s son." Dalen suddenly spoke in a nonchalant tone, the echo of his baritone bringing their attention to him.

As he disclosed the truth to her, Rama’s mouth hung low to touch the floor in disbelief, her jade eyes dilating with shock.

"W-What? The devil’s son? How?" She stuttered, unable to form a proper sentence as a wave of confusion hit her.

"No more questions, Dalen please escort her to her chambers." Aurora said before leaving and Dalen nodded.

Meanwhile, Rama was lost in her own world of chaos as her mind turned muddled from the unnerving news. She had a husband and as if that wasn’t shocking enough, he turned out to be the devil’s son. How more suspenseful could her life turn out to be anymore? She was trapped in her world of oblivion where ludicrous secrets were being unfurled one by one.

As soon as Aurora left, Rama panicked as she turned to face Dalen, clutching onto his arm with tears brimming her eyes "Pleae help me...I don’t want him to take me away." Her lips quivered as she spoke.

The sight of her in that state melted any resolve of Dalen’s to go according to the plan, without minding his words, he said "I’ll protect you."

Rama sighed in relief, but her relieved state was short lived when she heard a loud bang resonate around the castle. Rushing to the window, they saw the magical shield dissipating into sparkly dusts as a blurry figure with wings drifted through it.

"He’s here." Dalen said with perceptible fear in his voice, it made her skin turn cold.

Before she could say another word, he took her hand in his and a cloudy mist enveloped their forms as they vanished into thin air.

Opening her eyes, she saw herself in a forest and before she could process what was transpiring, a guttural roar echoed behind them "Rama!"

An electric jolt cascaded down her spine as she heard her name but when she turned around, only darkness greeted her back.

"We don’t have much time, he’s right behind us. There’s a portal up front." Dalen announced as he grabbed her, pulling her forward while they drifted through the forest. Her heart raced in trepidation as they ran, panting heavily while they fled from the monster pursuing them or more technically, her.

The moon’s pale glow barely pierced the thick canopy, casting eerie shadows that danced around Dalen and Rama as they sprinted desperately through the gnarled trees. Dalen, his grey hair streaming wildly behind him, clutched Rama’s hand tightly, his crystal eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and determination.

Behind them, the chilling echo of Draco’s malevolent laughter reverberated through the night air, sending shivers down their spines. Draco,, moved with an unnatural grace, his presence accompanied by an unsettling aura that seemed to taint the very air around him.

The forest, once a sanctuary, now became a labyrinth of twisted branches and looming shadows, amplifying their terror. Dalen’s breaths came in ragged gasps, and Rama’s frantic heartbeat matched the pounding rhythm of their flight. The underbrush clawed at their feet, as though trying to impede their escape.

In the distance, a haunting chorus of nocturnal creatures added an eerie soundtrack to their desperate flight, while the trees seemed to whisper warnings of impending doom. Dalen’s whispered incantations mingled with Rama’s pleas for safety, the two weaving a desperate symphony in the darkness, seeking any protection against the malevolent pursuer.

As they raced deeper into the forest, a foreboding mist began to rise, shrouding their path and obscuring their way forward. Despite the trepidation that gripped them, Dalen pushed onward, drawing upon every ounce of his mystical prowess to shield them from Draco’s dark intentions.

Yet, the cold fingers of fear tightened their grip as the sound of Draco’s relentless pursuit grew nearer, a constant reminder that their escape was far from assured in his chilling presence, yet they pressed on.

In the dense, shadow-laden forest, Dalen, dashed through the tangled underbrush with Rama, their breaths ragged, hearts pounding in fear. The looming canopy barely allowed slivers of pale moonlight to penetrate the suffocating darkness, painting eerie silhouettes across their frantic path.

Their footsteps echoed like ominous drumbeats as they tried to outrun the malevolent presence hunting them, named Draco, whose chilling laughter reverberated through the trees, echoing a sinister symphony.

Dalen’s desperation grew tangible, his usually calm demeanor now a mask for the terror gnawing at his soul. He glanced back, a pallid moonbeam catching the sheen of sweat on his brow, his eyes reflecting a haunted resolve as he urged Rama to run faster.

Their hurried breaths mingled with the rustling leaves as they darted among the towering oaks and thick underbrush. The night air carried the scent of damp earth and fear, a palpable tension that clung to the air around them. Dalen’s slender fingers, adorned with rings of ancient power, gripped Rama’s hand tightly, pulling her along in their desperate flight.

Behind them, the devil’s son, Draco, unleashed a bloodcurdling roar that shattered the eerie silence of the woods. His presence seemed to twist the very fabric of reality, casting shadows darker than the night itself. A figure wreathed in malevolence, Draco’s crimson eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire, his jet-black wings unfurling with a deafening whoosh as he pursued them relentlessly.

With each stride, Dalen muttered incantations under his breath, calling upon ancient magic to shield them from Draco’s relentless pursuit. But the malevolent force that propelled Draco was relentless, driving him forward with a fury that seemed unstoppable.

Rama stumbled over a gnarled root, her breath hitching in fear, but Dalen swiftly pulled her up, never losing pace. His heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm matching the rapid cadence of their escape. Branches clawed at their clothes, and thorns tore at their skin, but they pushed forward, driven by the urgency of survival.

But their efforts proved futile as an otherworldly surge propelled Draco towards them at a speed unmatched by mortal limits. In a blinding flash, Draco materialized before them, the very embodiment of malice and power, the forest quaking at his arrival.

Dalen’s protective stance shielded Rama, his fingers trembling with the remnants of a spell woven in desperation. Yet, as Draco’s chilling grin widened, it was clear, their escape had been a mere illusion in the relentless grip of this unearthly pursuer.

In a burst of blinding light, Draco closed the distance between them, appearing before them in a whirlwind of dark energy. Dalen skidded to a halt, his eyes widening in terror as he realized the inevitable confrontation. With a flick of his wrist, Dalen summoned a protective barrier, a shimmering shield of ethereal energy enveloping Rama and himself.

Draco’s laughter echoed through the forest, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Fleeing, are we?" His voice dripped with malice, sending a chill down their spines. "You cannot escape your fate."

Dalen’s voice rang out, defiant yet laced with desperation. "I won’t let you take her. Your tyranny ends here." His eyes ablaze with the intensity of his magic. Rama clung to him, her breath hitching with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Draco’s body reverberated with a guttural energy as he crashed the barrier, sending crystal fragments flying in the air as it faded away. In a surge of dark triumph, Draco’s power overwhelmed Dalen’s defenses. The barrier shattered like fragile glass, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. With a sinister smile, Draco raised a hand, summoning a vortex of shadows that ensnared Dalen, dragging him forward.

As soon as the barrier crumbled, a clash of opposing energies erupted as they collided, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the very essence of nature recoiling from the dark forces at play. Dalen’s magic flared brightly, pushing back against Draco’s malevolent power, but the devil’s son seemed inexhaustible, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire.

Rama clutched at her robes, her gaze darting between the battling entities. Her heart raced with a mix of terror and hope as she witnessed the intense struggle between light and darkness unfolding before her.

The clash between them intensified, an eruption of mystical energies colliding in a tempestuous display. Spells crackled and clashed, weaving through the air like serpents engaged in a dance of life and death. But Draco, steeped in the darkness of his heritage, wielded power beyond measure.

With a flick of his wrist, Draco shattered Dalen’s defenses, an ominous smirk etched upon his face. The force of his counterattack sent Dalen sprawling backward, his body slamming against a gnarled oak, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Rama’s scream pierced the air, a terrified scream as she witnessed Dalen’s vulnerability.

Dalen, hearing her scream rose to his feet as he charged at Draco, but his dominance was absolute. He approached Dalen with an unholy grace, his presence suffocating, as if the very air recoiled in terror. With an effortless gesture, he ensnared Dalen in inky tendrils of dark energy, rendering him powerless, and forcing him to fall on his knees.

Dalen’s struggles were futile, his voice drowned in the maelstrom of arcane might. His eyes met Rama’s one last time, filled with an unspoken apology and determination.