The Destructive Adventures of the Lovers-Chapter 81: The Remarkable Fight

The sun dipped behind the jagged cliffs as Zeze, Owen, Matt, Gabriel, and Margo stood reunited at the stone-cleared hilltop. Blood still stained their boots. Grief clung to their shoulders like shadowed cloaks.

"She's really gone..." Zeze whispered, her voice shaking. "Lila's gone."

"She was just a girl..." Matt said, eyes red. "She didn't deserve to die like that."

They all stood in silence. Margo reached for Gabriel's hand, and he held hers tightly. Together, they turned their gaze toward the horizon. A mountain stood tall in the distance, its peak like a jagged crown.

"Let's go," Owen said softly. "We need to keep moving. For them."

"For all of them," Margo replied.

And so they went—toward the mountain that pierced the sky.

—

Back in the Lavera Kingdom...

The kingdom basked in sunlight, but something was wrong.

Villagers smiled blankly, eyes hollow. Their mouths twitched as they repeated the same phrases.

"All hail the Queen... All hail the light..."

But there was no queen.

There was Vaneshka—standing atop the royal balcony, blood-red eyes glowing like dying stars. She laughed, arms stretched wide. Her presence was poison in the air, sweet and sharp.

"Bow to me," she whispered, and the minds of the innocent obeyed.

Below, a grave began to shift.

The soil trembled. A hand burst through, pale and scarred. Then another. The earth cracked, and a figure pulled herself out, coughing blood, dirt clinging to her tangled white hair.

It was Xyrille.

Her eyes snapped open—dark and gleaming. Wings, black as void, erupted from her back with a horrible screech, tearing through the stillness of the graveyard. Her skin was pale, but her veins pulsed with something deeper... darker.

"Where... am I?" she murmured. "Why am I... alive?"

A voice echoed within her chest—soft, steady.

"Xyrille... my daughter. You must fight."

"...Father?"

She stared at her trembling hands, then clenched them into fists. Her memories flooded back—Ella's laugh, the kingdom, the darkness, her death.

"I was taken... I was silenced. But not anymore."

Xyrille screamed, and her black wings flared. With one mighty thrust, she launched into the sky.

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In the heart of the kingdom...

Phill stood before Vaneshka, arms crossed, grinning.

"Let me crush the rest," he said. "Let me end this kingdom once and for all."

"Go ahead," Vaneshka purred. "But don't get too cocky."

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

A shadow fell over them.

BOOM.

Xyrille descended like a meteor, crashing into the center of the courtyard, sending Phill flying into a wall.

"Who—what the hell?" Phill roared, shaking the rubble off his back.

"I'm the daughter of King Jacob," Xyrille said, her voice shaking the stones beneath their feet. "You thought I was gone. You thought I was dead."

She raised her hand. Black lightning gathered in her palm.

"You were wrong."

Phill charged at her, fists glowing.

She didn't flinch.

With a scream, she released the dark power from within—black tendrils of energy ripping through the air. They struck Phill like blades, piercing through his armor, sending shockwaves into his bones.

He crashed to the ground, groaning.

"No..." Vaneshka hissed from above, watching as Xyrille stood tall, wings spread.

"Your reign of fear ends here," Xyrille whispered. "I will not rest until you fall."

Her father's voice echoed once more:

"Be strong, my daughter. I am with you."

And in that moment, the sky above Lavera was no longer sunny.

It was black.

Here's the next Chapter, filled with action, emotion, and powerful dialogue as the Savior of Creation rushes to defend Lavera:

The sky shifted suddenly—blades of black clouds clawing across the sun. Gabriel's heart thumped.

"Something's wrong..." he whispered. "Can you feel that?"

Zeze's red eyes narrowed as she looked to the distant sky—dark streaks rising over Lavera. Smoke. Shadow. Blood.

"That's the kingdom..." Owen said, his voice laced with panic. "Something's happening in Lavera."

Zeze didn't speak. She just turned sharply, blades clicking at her side. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"Everyone," she said. "Grab your gear. We're leaving."

"What did you see?" Matt asked.

"Death," she said. "And a storm screaming to be stopped."

They mounted their horses. The air around them twisted and crackled. Zeze, with her hand to the sky, muttered a spell of war-speed. In an instant, the world blurred—and they raced toward their fallen home.

—

Lavera Kingdom...

Screams echoed through the stone streets. The villagers, eyes still blank under Vaneshka's spell, stumbled through fire and blood.

Phill lay broken in the plaza. Aror stood over him, grinning.

"Couldn't handle a girl with wings, huh?" Aror muttered.

"Shut... up..." Phill groaned, coughing blood.

But suddenly, thunder boomed.

Zeze crashed through the blackened gate like lightning.

"Get off him, freak," she shouted, slicing the air with her blade.

The Savior of Creation stormed in—Gabriel and Margo side by side, Matt roaring, Owen holding twin daggers, eyes burning.

"You came back," Vaneshka said with a smirk, floating above. "How sweet. Too late, though."

"We're never too late," Gabriel said, eyes locked on her. "We fight for the living. You fight for ashes."

Matt stepped forward. "We want Lavera back. We want peace."

"And we want you dead," Zeze added, charging.

Chaos exploded.

—

In the courtyard...

Zeze clashed with Aror—blade against bone. He laughed with every punch, but she danced around him like wind, slicing his shoulder open.

"DIE, GIRL!" he shouted.

"I already did," she hissed. "This time, I kill you."

Owen engaged Lydia, dodging her fire magic with sharp rolls and flipping off broken walls.

"Too slow!" she shouted, hurling fire.

"Too loud," he quipped, tossing a blade into her shoulder.

—

Matt clashed with Phill, the giant limping from Xyrille's earlier strike.

"You again?" Phill growled.

"I'm stronger now," Matt whispered. His hands blazed with electric fire. "For Ella. For Lila."

He struck with fury.

—

Vaneshka hovered above, her red cloak swirling. She laughed down at Gabriel and Margo.

"Poor lovers," she said. "Still clinging to hope."

Gabriel looked up, sword drawn.

"We're not clinging. We're carving hope—out of your darkness."

He leapt at her, Margo following, their blades spinning like twin comets.

—

In the center of the city...

Xyrille floated, wings stretched wide. Her eyes flared as she watched the Savior of Creation battle for her kingdom.

"My people..." she murmured.

She flew down beside Zeze, deflecting a blow from Aror.

"You're alive?" Zeze gasped.

"Does it matter?" Xyrille asked. "I remember everything. My father. My death. My rage."

The two of them stood together. Black wings and crimson blades.

"Let's finish this," Xyrille said.

And they charged into the burning heart of Lavera.