The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Marks The End

At the peak of the mountain, where the air was thin and the wind howled relentlessly, an ominous atmosphere enveloped the surroundings. The vast expanse of the ground below stretches out in every direction, shrouded in darkness, amplified by the absence of the moon on this new moon night. The absence of natural light intensifies the sense of foreboding, turning the landscape into a place of shadows and mystery.

Every rustle and creak were magnified by the darkness, crafting an unsettling symphony that heightened the tension. The limited visibility and the solitude of the mountain peak fostered a feeling of isolation and vulnerability, as if the ordinary rules of the world were suspended in this sanctum of ritualistic power.

Arlan materialized in this ominous setting, his demeanor composed, his cold gaze scanning for his target—the very person responsible for two decades of suffering for him and his family. Now, she threatened the life of the woman he loved.

A cloaked figure, draped in darkness from head to toe, stood amidst the vast expanse, seemingly aware of Arlan’s presence. Her gaze bore into him from beneath the dark veil that obscured her face.

The sole source of illumination emanated from numerous candles and lamps, flickering defiantly against the wind. Their dancing flames cast unsettling shadows on Arlan’s countenance, rendering him even colder than usual.

Edna, with a subtle flick of her fingers, conjured magical circles that adorned the ground in various places, altering the very appearance of the surroundings. She advanced toward Arlan, her gaze searching not only for him but also for someone else in the mysterious gloom.

"I don’t see your betrothed here," she remarked, circling around him. "Are you not aware of what we are about to undertake today?"

"I am," he replied.

"Then, where is she?" She halted in front of him. "Why are you alone here?"

Arlan returned her gaze, his eyes piercing hers from behind the dark veil as if he could discern them clearly. "What we are going to do doesn’t require her presence. I alone can make it happen."

Edna silently studied him, noting the difference in his gaze from his usual demeanor. She chuckled, "My Prince, you should abandon whatever is on your mind. You know the consequences. Do you wish to wake up to your father’s lifeless body tomorrow?"

His resolute expression remained unchanged. "Try it."

Edna smirked, "As you wish, my Prince."

She closed her eyes for a moment. Upon reopening them, her gaze was filled with shock. "How can this be?"

The blood curse on the King had been lifted. To break that curse, only Edna could accomplish it, or someone as powerful as her could wield black magic. Furthermore, to perform the magic required to lift the curse, the witch needed knowledge of how to incorporate Arlan’s, a Dragon’s blood into the ritual. Arlan can sure give his blood to lift that curse but who could be the one that was capable of performing this curse lifting magic?

’Oriana?’ Edna pondered, ’She isn’t powerful enough to perform such black magic. Who could have done this?’