The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: She Has Returned

"Arlan...," Oriana’s voice barely rose above a whisper as she closed her tear-filled eyes. She clutched her chest as a sharp pang coursing through her chest. An irreplaceable loss, she mourned the man she had loved.

Edna regarded Oriana with a sinister smile. "I ended him," she chuckled, reveling in Oriana’s pain. "Does it hurt terribly, my dear?"

Oriana remained on her knees, wordless, consumed by the ache that gripped her.

Amused, Edna continued, "Weep all you want. It’s preferable, and I can seamlessly claim dominance over your existence."

Despite Edna’s triumphant demeanor, an eerie hush fell upon Oriana and her surroundings. Not just her but the entire surrounding seemed to turn quiet as if time had stopped. The once strong wind ceased, leaving the lanterns suspended in stillness.

Confusion flickered across Edna’s face at this sudden change in surrounding. That eeriness was unusllaly ominous, but Edna preferred to ignore it as it was the day which she had waited for the past two decades and she had to get done with it as soon as possible.

Undeterred, Edna declared, "It appears you’re prepared for me to take over your body. Very well. Anyways, what purpose does your life serve when the man who loved you sacrificed himself to protect you? There’s no reason for you to persist on living when the man had died. The poor prince loved the wrong woman—a woman who led him to an early grave."

Yorian arrived swiftly, calling out, "Oriana?"

Edna shot him a disdainful glare. "So, you’ve an elf as an ally?"

Yorian clenched his teeth, burning with the desire to punish the malevolent witch. However, he grasped the severity of the situation when he discerned a blood curse at play, hearing Arlan’s plea for Edna to cease causing pain to Oriana.

Ignoring the witch’s provocation, Yorian approached Oriana, but...

Suddenly, Oriana’s body became engulfed in a dense, ominous darkness—sinister and formidable. This transformation extended beyond Oriana, altering the very nature of the once stealthy surroundings. Previously silent, the dark clouds now obscured the moonless sky, transforming the eerie stillness into a tempest in the blink of an eye.

Edna, taken aback, involuntarily retreated as an unsettling change emanated from Oriana.

"Oriana?" Yorian called out, though he was well aware of what was unfolding.

Oriana remained frozen in her kneeling position, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. Her head hung low, tears carving paths down her cheeks, and her long red hair swirled in the rising wind. She looked like a lifeless statue that could feel or hear nothing.

Above her in the sky, the clouds churned in circular motion, accompanied by countless lightning strikes that reverberated through the atmosphere. A stormy, ominous vortex materialized in the darkened sky.

’What’s happening?’ Edna gazed up at the sky, and the sudden shift in the surroundings carried a potent force that left her feeling uneasy, as though something momentous was on the verge of occurring. The whipping wind, the celestial display of lightning, everything exuded a formidable and ominous air, as if preparing to consume everything within its grasp.

At the heart of the dark, swirling vortex in the sky, a transformation unfolded. In the next instant, a potent darkness emanated from the vortex’s center, descending upon Oriana as if an asteroid had crashed upon the earth where she sat.

A resounding collision echoed through the air, sending Edna and Yorian flying like dried grass leaves. The darkness from the sky continued to cascade onto Oriana, seemingly burying her beneath its weight.

Zaria, who stood on the sidelines, found herself equally taken aback. ’I didn’t anticipate the Queen to possess such power. It’s as if she’s awakening something beyond being merely a Queen of Witches. Is it?’ she pondered, questioning herself.

Yorian, regaining his composure, turned his attention to Oriana. ’She possesses more power than I could have imagined. She is far more than just a Queen of Witches.’

Edna, recovering from the shock, struggled to comprehend the unfolding events. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Shortly afterward, an image flashed within the stormy cloud vortex, as if the sky itself bore the mark of a Celtic witch’s knot.

Edna grasped something. She shifted her gaze from the sky to where the darkness continued to envelop Oriana.