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Arabella struggled against the chains that bound her, wincing as her skin burned a sensation reminiscent of when Alessia had bound her.

Now, facing Sandro, she observed him being restrained, not by Astralys herself, but by skeletal beings emerging from the ground, conjured by Astralys.

“What do you want?” Arabella inquired as Astralys approached a presumed spell book.

Astralys flipped through its pages, wrinkling her nose, then tossed it toward Sandro, who narrowly dodged the incoming book.

“Stupid witch!” Astralys growled, advancing toward Arabella. “I will end her bloodline.”

“What do you want with me?” Arabella asked again.

“Be cautious, or I’ll be forced to eradicate those little demons within you. But I need them; I need you.” Astralys loosened Arabella’s restraints, dragging her toward a podium, then turned to Sandro.

“Bring him.”

The skeletal beings that held Sandro maneuvered him like a ragdoll. Though he struggled to break free, their grip remained firm as they brought him to Astralys.

Dumped on the ground, Sandro attempted to stand but was thwarted by a vine binding his wrists and ankles an unusual vine that burned upon contact, causing his skin to sizzle.

“Just wait until I’m out of this dratted thing. I’ll strangle you!” Sandro threatened.

“Unfortunately, few escape my magic, and they’re all dead. Remember, you’re their replicas. Moreover, you lack the power they possessed. Lastly, they took what I needed from the spell book, so both of you will suffer for it.” Astralys waved her hand, conjuring a coffin-like structure, her gaze drifting to the sky.

“It’s the luminous Eclipse,” Arabella heard her murmur, a cynical smile painted on her lips.

“Do you know what happens every luminous eclipse?” Astralys asked, and Arabella shook her head.

Astralys stepped towards her, caressing her cheeks before gripping her chin.

“Let her go!” Sandro growled.

“Make me,” Astralys snarled, scowling at him.

Sandro grunted as he flew backward when she waved her hands in the air before turning to Arabella.

“You seem smarter than he is, child,” Astralys said. “Do you even know you are carrying the next Phoenix and alpha within you?”

Astralys’ hand trailed downwards from Arabella’s cheeks to her full breasts, then down to her stomach, lingering there.

Arabella gasped as she felt the baby within her kick.

“You are having two,” Astralys said.

“T-Two?” Arabella stuttered. “How would you know that?”

“You are not smart after all,” Astralys giggled. “But I will tell you.”

Arabella said nothing, waiting for Astralys to continue.

“It has always been two. Seeing you just confirmed my suspicions; the curse shall go on, and I will be unstoppable. I predict you will have two females, just like your mother, and the circle will repeat itself. Boy, am I so happy!” Astralys cackled.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you intend to kill us?” Arabella asked, even though Astralys had said she needed her.

“Kill you?” Astralys scoffed. “I need both your blood to do what I need, and guess what? I am going to drain every last bit of it from both of you and watch you die slowly.”

“And you think I will let that happen?” Arabella stated, staring at Astralys steadily.

An unknown energy swirled around her. She couldn’t tell what it was, but it gave her the feeling of being superior, and that was what she needed at the moment.

“And whatever do you think you can do to me?” Astralys questioned.

“I might not be smart enough, but I inherited the traits of my ancestors,” Arabella said as she yanked the chain holding her off.

Astralys’ eyes widened, shock evident on her face. No one had been able to loosen themselves from her hold before, except for Lady Arabella, and that was only because she was an enchantress, a powerful one at that.

Except… “Are you an enchantress as well?” she asked.

“Enchantress? I am the queen of Phoenix, and I shall not let the name be soiled by some psycho,” Arabella declared.

She narrowed her eyes on Astralys, surrounding her with her seven aura beams before letting the wind sweep away the skeletal armies that approached.

Arabella ran to Sandro, loosening the vine around him.

“Are you alright?” Sandro grunted, cupping her face, his eyes filled with concern.

“I don’t think it’s the time for you to ask me that. We need to leave now,” Arabella said, even though she had no specific destination in mind.

“You know, I thought you were cute at first, seeing all that you did. But using those things you called powers to lock me down? That has to be the most amusing thing I’ve ever seen. Child, you can be an enchantress, but remember, I am one too. I lived before you, stronger than you, and so I will obviously enjoy killing you!”

Arabella acted on instinct as soon as Astralys freed herself. She gripped Sandro’s hand, darting towards the forest opening, jumping over several wooden logs.

“Run, but you can’t hide,” Astralys boomed, destruction following her voice.

“Do you think we are going to survive this?” Sandro asked, glancing behind them.

Everywhere they had passed was now destroyed, and Astralys walked freely amidst the fire.

Sandro’s eyes widened as he saw an arrow of fire approaching them fast. He gripped Arabella’s hand, stopping her.

“Duck!” he said, wrapping his arms around her and plunging into the forest floor.

Sandro fell on his back with a thud, and Arabella was on top of him.

“Are you alright?” he asked, jumping to his feet and helping her up.

“I am,” Arabella said, glancing around and noticing they were in another place. It wasn’t the forest anymore, and she couldn’t help but feel nauseous about the scenery changing.

“I hate this. One second, we were just in the forest, and now here?” Sandro said.

He couldn’t pinpoint their exact location, but he noticed they were on a plain of some sort, with the sea surrounding them.

“I want you to have a taste of my power,” Astralys said.

But she wasn’t anywhere around them, Arabella noticed as she glanced around.

“Show yourself, coward,” Arabella egged.

“Coward?” Astralys scoffed.

Just then, the ground they were on cracked open, and several undead emerged.

“Kill them,” Astralys ordered.

The undead armies rushed toward Arabella and Sandro.

Sandro jumped in front of Arabella and growled, his eyes turning golden, and he crouched. “Not today!”