# Chapter 107: The Doors of Hades Swing Open
Hello, dear readers! It's me again, your devoted narrator. How are you all doing today? I hope you're ready for another heart-pounding journey because Chapter 107 of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down" is an absolute whirlwind of emotion, betrayal, and prophecy unfolding. We have armies gathering, old flames facing their unresolved feelings, the gates of hell creaking open, and a desperate rescue that will leave you breathless. So, settle in, grab your favorite beverage, and let me guide you through every exhilarating moment of this stunning chapter.
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The desert stretched endlessly beneath the watchful gaze of Vaizel's towering mountains. They rose in the distance like a sleeping giant, silent and foreboding, promising nothing but uncertainty to those who dared to camp at their feet. Elisha had arrived first, driven by a grim certainty: if the monsters came, the kingdom of Xurt would be the first to fall. She kept her camp at a prudent distance, scanning every shadow with the sharp eyes of a seasoned warrior, refusing to leave anything to chance.
The first day passed without incident. But on the second day, the banners of Laios appeared on the horizon, and Elisha felt the first spark of relief. King Enzo arrived with his army, and she stepped forward to greet him with a warm, steady smile that belied the storm of complications swirling between them.
"Thank you for coming so soon, King Enzo," she said.
Enzo rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze lingering on her. "We are the first to unite."
"That's right." Elisha gestured toward a young woman standing apart from the soldiers. "This is Rania, responsible for organizing the soldiers."
"As ordered, Princess," Rania replied with a slight bow.
Elisha turned back to Enzo, her eyes holding something between formality and invitation. "I'll give you a report on the situation. Follow me."
Inside the tent, maps covered the table like a patchwork of destinies. Elisha explained the terrain—Vaizel's mountains were vast but not steep, which would prevent most creatures from sneaking between them. If the monsters came, the armies could eliminate the easiest paths and gain a decisive advantage when the hour of battle finally arrived.
Enzo stepped closer, concern etching lines on his handsome face. "I'm glad to see you, though I worry about you being on the front lines."
Elisha's smile sharpened with amusement. "I've told you before—my beautiful appearance hides what I truly am: a fierce warrior capable of ending any enemy. My father knows this, which is why he sent me here."
"Your father is the king. It should be *he* who is here," Enzo countered.
"My priest is protecting the kingdom at the city gates. If we can't stop the monsters, we have a defense in place. I came here and left my kingdom unprotected." Her tone carried neither regret nor apology—only certainty. "Your kingdom is larger than mine. Now, let's talk about what matters. This is where the doors of Hades will open, turning this place into a battlefield."
Enzo sighed, some of his formality cracking. "You're right. I wasn't being objective. I'm just worried about you."
"I appreciate your concern, but don't worry. I'm not a princess who needs protection."
"We all need someone to guide and protect us at some point in our lives, no matter how strong we are. I learned that recently."
"I suppose you have a point," Enzo conceded, though the words felt hollow against the wall of her confidence. She was so strong, so impossibly self-assured, that he wondered if she ever thought of him, or if he was merely a fleeting image in her mind.
Elisha caught him staring. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" he stammered.
"Don't look at me like you want to ask me something. If you want to say something, just tell me. You know I dislike beating around the bush." Her tone was playful, yet there was an edge beneath the amusement.
"Then tell me. What is there between us?" he asked, the words barely above a whisper.
Elisha stepped closer, her expression thoughtful. "What kind of relationship do you want us to have?"
The question struck him like a physical blow. He hadn't considered it at all. Enzo fell silent, and Elisha rewarded his hesitation with a gentle, knowing smile. "I ask you to prepare a tent for yourself. You should go and rest as long as you can. You have a long journey ahead."
As she turned to leave, Enzo reached out, grasping her arm gently, desperately. "Do you want us to be together?"
"I've already expressed the kind of relationship I want with you. It was *you* who didn't want to continue."
"I—"
But Elisha cut him off with a gesture, caressing the hand that still held her arm before moving her fingers slowly, deliberately, up to his shoulder. "I suppose you expect me to give you an answer. But I won't. If you want something with me, be brave and tell me." She pulled away, freeing herself from his grasp. "Otherwise, control yourself and don't confuse me."
She stepped through the tent flap and was gone, leaving Enzo standing in the lamplight, his heart torn between duty and longing. He had dreamed of this moment with her, but never imagined it would unfold like this. She was drawn to her—her beauty, her fire—but their paths had diverged long ago, severed when their childhood engagement was broken.
Hans entered, breaking his reverie. "Your Majesty, your tent is on the other side. You should rest. We don't know when we'll be attacked."
"Yes, let's go."
Once inside his tent, Enzo stripped off his heavy armor and wiped sweat from his brow with a damp cloth. He lay back and stared at the ceiling, replaying every word of their conversation, wondering if he would ever find the courage to give her the answer she demanded.
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Far away, Cira was crossing the desert with Liona at her side. The keys to Hades hung heavy against her chest, transmitting a dark, intoxicating hum that called to something deep and ancient. Though her final destination was Vaizel's mountains, she could feel that malevolent power even from a distance, as if the doors themselves were reaching out to her.
When the camp at the foot of the mountains came into view—flags of both Xurt and Laios snapping in the wind—a chill ran through Cira's body. Her brother should be there. She trembled, some fragment of her humanity begging her to stop, to turn back, to find him. But her body refused to obey. The keys of Hades commanded her, pulling invisible strings, ensuring they would not lose sight of her until it was too late.
When the doors of Hades opened, a new kingdom of shadows and darkness would rise to govern the world. Cira flew over the mountains, searching for the location of those accursed doors. But the towering trees and oppressive darkness made it impossible to see anything from above, forcing her to descend. As they landed, monsters surrounded them, their presence hostile and hungry.
"What's wrong with these creatures? They look like they're about to attack us," Liona whispered, her voice trembling.
"Why are you so nervous? Do you not recognize me as their anointed one? Angel's blood flows within me," Cira replied, her confidence unshaken.
"Will we have to fight them?"
"No. Even if they don't recognize me as one of their own, there is something they will acknowledge."
Cira pulled out the keys to Hades and raised them high. A faint glow emanated from the metal, and the monsters lowered their heads, stepping aside to allow them passage. Liona, relieved beyond words, stuck close to Cira. She had no desire to face an army of monsters alone.
They trekked through the mountains, guided by the keys, until exhaustion weighed heavily on both of them.
"Let's stop for a moment. I can't go on," Liona said, barely above a whisper.
"The doors are close. I can feel it. We can't stop now," Cira insisted.
"Even with the keys of Hades, your body is still human. If you don't rest, you'll collapse."
Cira fought the urge to push forward, but even the keys seemed to sense her fatigue. "We'll rest for just a moment."
Liona watched as Cira leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. She contemplated whether the princess was truly asleep, or leaving herself deliberately vulnerable. For a moment, dark thoughts flickered through Liona's mind. But this wasn't the right moment. Revenge could wait a little longer. She lay down near Cira and soon fell into a restless sleep.
A sudden, powerful grunt jolted Liona awake. A monstrous figure loomed over her, fangs bared, hungry eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Princess! You must wake up!" Liona cried. But Cira remained asleep, her features tight with the grip of a nightmare. Liona shook her violently. "Wake up, Princess!"
Finally, Cira's eyes flew open. Confusion clouded her face for a moment before the growls of the monsters pulled her fully into the present. She pushed Liona away and sprang to her feet, brandishing the keys before the creatures. They recoiled, intimidated.
"Why are there so many of them?" Cira demanded.
"The monsters wanted to attack us," Liona explained, her voice shaky.
"I gave you power. You should be able to command a few of them," Cira snapped, frustration creeping into her tone.
Liona swallowed her pride and nodded. "I know. It won't happen again."
"I didn't betray you to have you become a burden. Try not to hold me back."
"Yes, Princess."
They pressed on, deeper into the mountains, until they reached the remnants of a village. Great stone towers loomed around them, carved with strange symbols that seemed to pulse with an ancient, malevolent energy. Cira could feel the dark power emanating from the structures, and the keys began to resonate in her hand.
"It's confirmed. These columns are the doors to Hades," she whispered, her excitement palpable.
A broad smile spread across her face as she studied the towers. Liona, puzzled, asked, "What's happening, Princess?"
"We found it! The doors to Hades—the gates of hell—are ready to be opened."
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In another corner of the world, Abril embraced Lissana tightly, joy and terror warring for control of her heart.
"Be very careful and don't make any reckless mistakes," she cautioned.
"Yes, Mama," Lissana replied, her voice steady despite the trembling inside.
"You are the hereditary princess. You must command when you enter," Abril instructed.
Lissana glanced at Gabriel, her priestly assistant, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Yes, Mama."
Abril tucked a strand of hair behind Lissana's ear, her gaze unbearably tender. "I want you to be safe. Never forget that."
Lissana hugged her mother tightly. "I want you to come back safe too. I'll be waiting for you."
"I promise we will return."
After farewells with Alessandro and parting instructions to Gabriel to protect her daughter at all costs, Abril and Alessandro made their way to the training camp where their army had assembled.
"Do you think it was wise to allow this to happen?" Abril asked.
"Lissana is a very strong girl. Don't worry about her; she will be fine," Alessandro reassured her.
"Yes, but I can't help feeling anxious. I don't want to leave our little one alone."
"Think of our reunion when you feel worried. Soon we will return home, and we will be together again."
"You're right."
When they reunited with their army, Alessandro spoke a few words of command, distributing teleportation scrolls as they prepared to march toward the kingdom of Xurt.
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Back at the stone towers, Liona stood before the imposing doors of Hades, her mind racing with choices, with vengeance, with secrets she couldn't yet reveal. "You have the power to open them, but Cira has nothing to do with this," she murmured to herself.
"Why don't you open the doors of Hades, Princess?" a voice asked, breaking the tense silence.
"It's not so easy. There are conditions that must be met," Liona replied.
"I believe we only need the keys to Hades."
"I need angel blood flowing through my veins for it to work. It must be done at a specific time—at night, when darkness reigns and shadows are strongest."
Liona looked up at the sky, which had begun to embrace the colors of evening. Time itself felt like it was holding its breath, waiting for the doors to swing open.
"What are we going to do now?" Ciro asked.
"I must read the inscriptions carefully. You can rest for now."
Meanwhile, Alessandro and his army pushed toward the kingdom of Xurt on foot, avoiding the use of parchments that would only burden their soldiers and prove useless in battle.
"The doors of Hades have never been opened, so we still have time to unite with other armies," Alessandro said.
"Do you think the other kingdoms will honor the alliance and lead their armies to the desert of Xurt?" Abril asked.
"I hope so. Acting selfishly won't save anyone. This time is far too dangerous."
"We need to act as one people, as a single nation, to win this war."
"Cassiel hasn't returned either. I just hope he hasn't joined the battle yet."
"I also hope he can convince the fairy queen. We need all the help we can get."
Abril felt a wave of anxiety wash over her. "Lissana will be fine. She's young, strong, and valiant."
"That's what worries me the most," Alessandro confessed. "She doesn't fear anything and rushes into battle without thinking. It's reckless."
"That reminds me of you," Abril replied with a hint of a smile.
"This is serious, Lessan."
"I'm serious too. I have memories of you acting recklessly countless times."
"I just hope you don't regret my absence."
"Gabriel is taking good care of her."
"I hope so," Abril murmured, her heart heavy.
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In the fairy realm, Maya approached Fay as he prepared his army, her expression earnest. "Can we talk for a moment?"
"I'm a little busy at the moment, Maya. Could it wait?" Fay replied.
"You're always busy. You always tell me to come back later. Just take a moment now; you can spare it."
Fay sighed, recognizing the truth in her words. "Fine, let's go."
"Not here." Maya led him to a quiet spot away from prying eyes. "What's going on, Fay?"
"The queen agreed to join the battle, but only part of her army will unite. The rest will stay to protect the kingdom."
"When Cira's army attacked, it was clear how difficult it would be to defeat them. This battle is nothing compared to what will come when the doors of Hades are opened."
"That's true, but I can't do anything. I just take orders. I can't make decisions if the queen doesn't commit fully."
Fay paused, his expression shifting. "Maya should take Assiel and return to the human kingdom."
"Why?" Maya asked, her brow furrowing.
"You refused to live as a fairy. You shouldn't be here; you should go back to your world."
Maya sensed that Fay was hiding something. "Fay, what's going on?"
"You're here because it's supposed to be a safe place, but I'm not so sure it is anymore."
"I have a lot of work to do, so I'll see you later," he added, trying to dismiss her.
But Maya needed answers, and she knew exactly where to find them. She burst into the throne room, where the queen was meeting with the elders. "Your Majesty! I need to talk to you."
"I'm busy, Maya. Please come back later," the queen replied, dismissively.
"I won't leave until I get the answers I came for."
"Do you want me to force you to leave?"
"No, I don't want that. But if I have to fight to be heard, I will. I'm here, and I won't leave until we talk."
Leriana rose from her throne, frustration etched on her regal features. "Even though I appreciate you, you're starting to tire me. I will no longer tolerate your disrespect. This is my kingdom, and my duty is to my people. You have refused to be part of my kingdom, and if you weren't meant to be here, then—"
"Are you sending me away?" Maya interrupted.
"If you want to see it that way, then yes. It's time for you to make a choice. You have blood in you that demands a decision. It's time for each of us to take our rightful place."
The weight of the queen's words settled over Maya like a shroud. She knew she was only in the land of the fairies because the queen allowed it. She had rejected her union with Igland to marry Cassian, intertwining her life with his. Deep down, she understood she could not stay here forever. "I have already chosen, Your Majesty. My life is with my husband, and if we cannot stay here, we will return home."
"If this is your decision, I won't stop you. I just wish you good luck, Maya."
"If you allow me to answer, I can tell you why I won't send my entire army to fight against King Oscuro. A large part of my troops are engaged in battle, but the rest will remain here to protect my kingdom."
"Your kingdom is the least at risk of being overrun," Maya pointed out.
"I have seen with my own eyes what the dark king is capable of. I faced him directly, and I don't need you to tell me what he can do. That's why my decision was to send only part of my troops. If this world falls, I will fall with them."
Maya shook her head. "I don't believe we can win this war."
"Our chances of victory are slim," the queen admitted.
"Then why did you decide to fight?"
"Because I don't want to surrender without having fought first."
Cassian, who stood resolutely beside the throne, spoke up. "Because I wish for us to win and to have a long life in this world."
Leriana looked at him, her eyes softening. But Maya pressed on. "I understand your position, and I know fear can be paralyzing. But if you let fear control you, you won't even try. It's true that our odds of winning are low, but if we enter this war with the mindset that we will lose, then that is exactly what will happen."
Leriana remained silent, absorbing Maya's words.
"Take two minutes and come back today," Maya continued. "Cassian, thank you for your kindness, for sheltering me when I was on the verge of death. I will never forget you, and I will always be grateful. It is thanks to you that I can continue living and give birth to many children."
"Be careful, Maya, and tell your husband to be cautious as well. Remember that your lives are intertwined."
"That's why I must go with him and fight to the south. I need to ensure he doesn't die."
"When you are ready, I will know and open the door for you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Maya turned and left. Cassian approached Leriana, concern etched on his face. "It seems you have love. Why did you lock yourself away from your kingdom?"
"Because everyone must be where they belong."
"Is that why you think?" Cassian stepped closer, his voice softening. "Fight for everything you can, but if you see that you can't win, you must stay strong. I don't want to have to leave you behind. You know I can only take my children with me."
"They are tied to this land just like you."
"No matter what happens, I will do everything possible to start this war, and we will be together. Perhaps we can still form the family we once dreamed of having."
"I haven't mentioned anything about a family; that's what you said."
"But if that idea doesn't please you, it doesn't change the fact that I love you."
"You say too much, Cassian."
"I'm not dizzy; this is what I want. I've been dead for a long time, and now that I'm back to life, I don't want to live it like a ghost. I want to do everything I couldn't do before. I want to fulfill the promises I made to you. I want to be by your side and be happy."
Leriana still had a meeting to attend, elders waiting in their chambers for her return. She wanted to kiss Cassian for his sweet declaration, but she held back, unwilling to appear weak before her subjects. Instead, she gently squeezed his hand—a gesture that said more than words ever could.
After Maya gathered her belongings and said goodbye to the fairy children, Uzziel by her side, Tarik intercepted them.
"Could we talk for a moment?" he asked.
"Of course."
Tarik glanced at Uzziel, who seemed to understand he should give them space. "I'll be nearby," Uzziel said, moving away.
"Are you truly going to return to the human kingdom?" Tarik asked.
"Though I hate to admit it, the queen is right. Each person must be where they belong, and this is not my place. I can't keep hiding."
"The human kingdom is a very dangerous place right now."
"I know. But this is my home." Maya looked at Uzziel. "This is our home, and it's time to go back and fight for it."
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Deeper in the conversation, Tarik confessed his true feelings. "I should never have been here in the first place," he muttered. "I don't believe I can go back."
"Lissana won't come back either, will she?" Maya asked softly.
"I don't believe it. I hate this situation."
"Our paths crossed by destiny," Maya said, "but we were never meant to walk together."
"True, but after walking together, we took different paths."
"Are you speaking of Lissana?"
"Yes."
"If I didn't have to decide, I would give you some advice before I go."
Tarik stood expectantly.
"That's the only thing I can say," Maya decided. "You truly love Lissana, don't you? No matter how far apart you are, love will always unite you. Even if you fight a thousand times to be with her, you can't laugh it off."
"If the queen heard what you were saying to me, I'm sure she'd be very displeased," Tarik replied.
"That's exactly why I won't decide for you. But I've been in your place, and I wish someone had told me it was okay to abandon everything for the person I love."
"I can't abandon everything for her. There's a great weight on my shoulders."
"You choose whether to carry that weight or not. Think about what you truly want, more than what everyone else expects from you."
Maya was the first person who had ever suggested he should fight for a future with Lissana. She could sense his devastation at the thought of never seeing her again. She lightly pressed her shoulder against his. "Think carefully before making any decisions."
"I will. Thank you."
"Stay strong. I hope we can see each other again. If you ever need help, you know where to find me." She embraced him gently. "Take care of Lissana for me."
"I will. Just make sure you don't get into trouble."
"I'll do my best."
Fay spotted Maya in the garden with her suitcases. "Are you returning to the human kingdom?"
"Yes. I can't stay here any longer. The queen has made it clear; I must be where I belong, where I chose to be."
"It seems the queen's actions are harsh, but it's not as simple as that."
"I lost, and I didn't take it badly. You're right; I must be in the place I've chosen. I can't keep going like this."
"We will leave soon, and I hope I won't have to see you on the battlefield," Fay said.
"I'll be careful."
"Just promise me you won't die. My wife is still too young; I won't let you go without a fight."
As the portal opened, Tarik rushed toward them. "Get to the south side," he urged. "You could put your mirror away," he added, noticing the valuable artifact in her hand.
"This mirror doesn't belong to me; it's Abril's," Maya replied, hesitating.
"Please take good care of it," he pleaded.
"Fine, I'll leave it with you."
"Thank you so much. I will take good care of it," Tarik promised, relief washing over him as he accepted the mirror.
After Maya stepped through the portal, Fay turned to Tarik, curiosity piqued. "What do you want with that mirror?"
"I want to stay informed about what's happening in the human kingdom. The doors of Hades will open soon, and I want to be prepared for when it happens."
"You shouldn't be in contact with Lissana."
"Why not? She's my friend."
"Is it really just friendship?"
Tarik fell silent, knowing his silence confirmed everything Fay suspected. "I must be firm; the queen is waiting for me," he said, steeling himself.
"I'm going to see her too," Fay replied.
When Tarik entered the throne room, the weight of the elders' gazes pressed down on him. He took his place beside the queen and bowed. "Your Majesty summoned me."
"Yes. What I have to discuss is something you should know. It concerns our kingdom. Time will flow differently if we don't align with the human realm," the queen declared.
Murmurs rippled through the gathered elders, fear evident on their faces. "Can you tell us why?" one elder asked.
"It's because of the war we're about to start. We must be in the same timeline to be prepared for anything that may happen. Our enemy is strong, and we will need all our power to win. So prepare yourselves; the war is upon us."
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A heavy darkness loomed over the garden where Lissana stood—the very spot where she had discovered the door to the fairy kingdom. She wondered how Tarik had managed to be there when suddenly the portal lit up. For a moment, her heart raced, and she imagined it might be Tarik returning. But when the portal opened, it revealed not Tarik, but Uzziel and Maya.
"What's going on here?" Lissana asked, surprise and concern washing over her.
"We're on our way home," Uzziel responded with palpable emotion.
"I thought you would stay in the fairy realm until everything was resolved," Lissana said.
"We couldn't remain there any longer," Uzziel explained. "We realized we were merely outsiders—guests who had overstayed their welcome."
"Did they chase you away?"
"Um... they didn't chase us. They just invited us to leave."
"This means they've been caught. How could something like that be happening right now?"
"Because they are facing difficult times," Uzziel said.
"But—"
Maya wrapped her arms around Lissana in a comforting embrace. "There's no safe place at the moment. I think it's best that we're all together. I was worried just as much as you were. Here, you can relax in the palace."
"I'm fine, you know. I can defend myself well."
"I've trained with you many times, but you still feel like a child, Lissana."
"I'm not a child! I'll be thirteen soon."
Maya caressed Lissana's cheek. "You're still acting like a child. There's no need to force yourself to grow up so quickly."
"Talk like my priests, who only want to take me aside."
"They don't want to leave you alone; they want to protect you. As a mother, I understand that perfectly."
Lissana found herself staring at the portal that had closed behind them. Maya spoke softly, "Tarik won't come."
"I know. Just tell me when he leaves."
"Is that why it seems like you're waiting for him?"
"I just—"
Maya recognized this was a topic Lissana often hesitated to discuss and didn't want to pressure her. "We should go inside; it's too hot out here, and your face is red."
Lissana had been dreaming of Tarik, which explained her flushed cheeks—but that was something she would never admit. "Yes, I think it's best we go inside."
Uzziel pulled Lissana into a hug, his excitement evident. "Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Of course I'm happy to see you," she replied, though irritation laced her tone.
"It doesn't seem like it. You looked like you were ignoring me when we crossed the portal, always thinking about Tarik."
"That's not true! I was just surprised to see you both."
"So you *are* happy that we're here?"
"Of course. You are my family."
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Meanwhile, Cira busied herself studying the symbols on the stone towers until night fell, plunging everything into darkness. Liona tucked herself into a corner beside a tree, waiting for the moment Cira would open the doors of Hades.
Just before the darkest hour arrived, Cira began her preparations. She placed each key into one of the towers and started reciting incantations that sounded gruff and ancient. Liona felt a strong presence enveloping the area. As she looked around, she saw monsters converging, and among them was someone she recognized—Dagén. At least, that's what it seemed like in the thick darkness that obscured her vision.
*It can't be! I can't be here,* she thought, struggling to discern reality.
Cira positioned herself between the pillars and began moving her hands, as if inscribing something in the air. Blue sparks erupted from her fingers, and for just a moment, the sky cleared of the oppressive black clouds that had shrouded the forest in absolute darkness. Then, suddenly, Liona felt trapped. She couldn't see her own fingers in the thick darkness; only Cira stood out as a single point of light in the void.
The monsters began to stir, an eerie chill creeping over Liona. The creatures seemed to celebrate the opening of Hades' doors that evening, anticipating the arrival of their new king and master.
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Abril awoke in the middle of the night, sensing a disturbance. Alessandro, concerned, asked, "What's going on, Aby?"
Abril felt a dark and sinister force awakening. She stepped out of the tent and scanned the distance, trying to perceive what was unfolding thousands of kilometers away. "I feel something dark and sinister stirring. I believe the doors of Hades are opening."
"Are you sure about that?"
"No, but this power is so overwhelming that it reminds me of the feeling I had when the gates of Hades closed in the kingdom of Laios."
Alessandro called for one of his Guardians, instructing him to wake the others and prepare them to march. Then he embraced Abril, who seemed to be in shock. "Calm down, Aby. Everything will be fine."
"Are we going to arrive in time? There are too many monsters, and they could destroy Elisha and Enzo's army before we even meet them."
"It won't happen, Aby. We'll leave just in time, and we will win this war, you'll see."
Despite his reassurances, Abril couldn't shake her worry. The heaviness she felt was malevolent, unlike anything they had faced before. "Let's hope we arrive before the monsters consume everything."
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Hans stood outside his tent, gazing at the mountains of Vaizel and thinking about Cira. When would he see her again? The thought sent a chill through him. Then he saw it—a dark shadow like a cloud completely covering the peaks.
"That cloud brings pure evil," he muttered.
He hurried to Enzo's tent. Enzo couldn't shake the words Elisha had spoken to him. He felt a familiar power, one reminiscent of the screams from Hades. He rushed outside, dismayed to see how the mountains seemed to have vanished into darkness.
Hans appeared beside him. "Your Majesty! The mountains have been shrouded in a cloud of darkness."
"So it hasn't vanished; it's just hidden," Enzo replied.
"What do you think is happening?"
"I feel the same power that emanated from those screams of Hades. It's coming from these mountains. They must be opening those doors."
"I refuse to believe it. If it were her, there wouldn't be anything like this. She would be too bored with the world to destroy it."
"I agree with you, but right now, I don't know. The darkness within has completely consumed everything."
"That's not all you know. Maybe it's still there, and you can save yourself."
Hans's eyes filled with tears. Even though he knew Enzo was right, he couldn't accept it. To do so would be like deciding to abandon her.
"Look at how you're feeling right now, Hans. We can't do anything to save her, but we can do a lot to save the others. We need to awaken the soldiers and prepare for war."
After making the decision, Enzo turned to leave, and Hans called after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to wake Elisha. She needs to prepare as well."
Elisha woke up, sensing someone entering her tent, but she feigned sleep. Once the intruder was close enough, she pointed a dagger at them.
"It's me, Elisha!" Enzo exclaimed.
Recognizing his voice, she lowered her weapon. "What are you doing in my tent, Enzo?"
"Something is happening in the mountains of Vaizel. You need to get up and come with me."
Elisha, still groggy, wrapped herself in a robe. "Why all the mystery? What's going on?"
"It's better if you see it for yourself."
"You're starting to scare me, Enzo."
As she stepped outside, she saw the peaks of Vaizel—or rather, what should have been the peaks. The mountains looked as if they had vanished.
"The mountains haven't disappeared; they've been covered by a cloud of darkness," Enzo explained.
"What's happening to the mountains?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but the energy emanating from them right now is the same energy that comes from the screams of Hades that once resided in Laios."
"What does that mean?"
"I hope I'm wrong, but I believe the doors of Hades have been opened—or are about to be."
"So it has finally come."
"Yes."
Elisha returned to her tent and soon emerged clad in her sturdy armor. She summoned her assistants and ordered them to inform the soldiers to prepare for any attacks. "You should also go and prepare yourself. We don't know when we'll be under attack," she urged Enzo.
He knew she was right, but he felt a strong urge to stay close to her. "What are you waiting for? Get ready at once!" she insisted.
Enzo rushed to his tent to prepare, knowing he needed to meet with his army. Even as his heart longed to be with Elisha, duty called.
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Back at the doors of Hades, Cira wanted to stop everything that was happening, but she felt powerless. No matter how loudly she shouted, her voice went unheard, and her body refused to respond. The being inside her seemed to have taken complete control, leaving her as a mere observer.
After finishing a few extra incantations, her body was halted by a sudden force. She thought it was over, but the doors remained closed, leaving her in doubt. Her body moved on its own, and with a dagger tied to her waist, she cut her palm, letting her blood spill onto the ground.
At that moment, the earth trembled, and enormous scarlet doors began to form. A twisted smile spread across her face. She had succeeded. The doors of Hades stood before her, materializing from the darkness itself.
Once the doors had fully formed, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Liona asked, "Are these the doors?"
Ignoring her, Cira took the keys and fused them into a single key, inserting it into the lock. As she turned it, a powerful pressure forced her to double over, but she held onto the key, refusing to let go. The monsters gathered around fled in terror, sensing they should not be there when the doors opened.
Cira felt her body grow heavy and slow, as if she were underwater, trapped by the prison this caused. Yet her body did not stop. It continued to push against the doors until she finally managed to open them. They were cold and heavy, but she forced them open with all her remaining strength. A cold, dark wind rushed out, pushing violently against her.
When the doors finally swung wide, a powerful tremor shook the world, making Cira fear it would soon be destroyed. Liona clung tightly to a tree until the earth stopped shaking.
Cira rose from the ground and stood before the doors of Hades. At that moment, a creature shaped like a man emerged from the darkness and began to approach her.
"Finally, the doors have been opened," the creature said.
"Withdraw!" Cira commanded, her voice booming. But the creature ignored her, bellowing at the top of its lungs, as if it wanted those on the other side to hear. "Come forth, brothers and sisters! The doors to the new world are finally open!"
Cira raised her sword toward the monster. "What do you think is happening here?"
"Welcome, my brothers and sisters. This is something a chimera like you wouldn't understand," the creature replied mockingly.
"I'm merely opening the doors of Hades! You're nothing but a fool," Cira retorted, attempting to strike at its neck.
But her blade met only hardened flesh. She realized she was completely drained—her magic and energy exhausted from opening the doors.
The creature cackled, relishing her weakness. "You can't do it. I'm not like the low-level monsters you've been dealing with until now. You're finished. You can't use that immense power. You're just a pathetic human I could destroy with a mere squeeze of my hand."
Cira glanced at Liona, searching for help, but Liona was paralyzed with fear—or worse, she seemed almost eager to watch Cira breathe her last.
Cira struggled to control the monsters surrounding them, but she was completely spent.
"I have to admit, you did well, sister," the creature taunted. "But by consuming angel's blood, your essence has begun to fade. You are not one of us, and soon you will be free from this mortal body."
"You are a curse," Cira whispered.
"Father is ready to see you. I don't want to see you so pathetic. You should surrender and die."
In that moment of despair, as darkness enveloped her, Cira felt her spirit abandon her body. She had regained control but lacked the strength to lift even a finger. This would be her end, she thought, closing her eyes and waiting for her life to fade away.
Just then, she heard the roar of a dragon. Cira searched for her dragon, but everything had vanished into darkness. Just as she was about to lose consciousness from lack of air, she felt a powerful force cut through the air, striking the creature poised to kill her.
Cira gasped, her breath returning as her dragon appeared, standing protectively between her and the monster. The trees around them were tall and dense; flying through that forest would have been impossible. The dragon must have sensed her need for help, as it had come to her aid.
Cira attempted to rise but found herself unable. The dragon unleashed a torrent of fire, forcing the creature to retreat. Soon after, the dragon began to flap its wings, lifting Cira with its claws as it ascended. The creature lashed out, but its attacks fell short.
Cira watched helplessly as they soared above the ground, her strength waning. The dragon carried her toward the mountains of Vaizel, sensing her need for refuge, and brought her to a human camp nestled near the mountains.
Alarms blared throughout the camp as the massive dragon approached. Soldiers prepared for battle. Enzo stood at the front of his army, waiting for the moment when the dragon would be close enough to attack.
As he observed, he noticed the dragon was holding something in its claws, but in the dim light, he couldn't make out what it was. When he ordered the attack, the dragon did not defend itself. It was solely focused on protecting whatever it carried. It fell to the ground, struck down by the soldiers' assaults.
As it crashed, Enzo saw that the dragon was shielding a woman with red hair.
"Stop the fire!" he commanded, raising his hand.
Elisha approached, confusion etched on her face. "What are you doing? We have the dragon at our mercy! Why have you ordered a ceasefire?"
"The dragon wasn't attacking us. It was defending itself when we began our assault. Before it fell, I saw it protecting a woman with red hair. This must be my sister."
"Even more reason to continue the attack! Your sister is the enemy! Have you forgotten?"
"I haven't forgotten, but if she had wanted to attack us, she could have. We wouldn't have been able to bring down this dragon otherwise. You need to understand something before you continue this fight."
"Are you aware of what you're asking?" Elisha replied, incredulous.
"If I am, then I know that if the dragon rises again, regardless of my orders, it will be my responsibility."
Enzo kicked the side of his horse and rode toward the fallen dragon. When he arrived, he saw it covering something with its wings, as if it were a mother hen protecting her chick. Enzo raised his hands and called out. "I'm not here to harm you. Let me see what you're protecting."
The dragon inhaled deeply, as if trying to discern who it was through scent. It must have recognized something familiar because it ceased its growling and opened its wings, revealing Cira, unconscious beneath.
Enzo felt a shift within him; something had changed in his sister. He could sense the dark power that had once consumed her was now gone. He approached cautiously. "I need to help my sister. Will you allow me to check on her condition?"
The dragon offered no resistance as he drew near. Cira was still alive, but her pulse was weak.
Enzo lifted her gently into his arms, and the dragon let out a low growl. "I need to speak with you so I can help her. Otherwise, your beloved will die," he urged.
The dragon seemed to understand, lowering its head and allowing Enzo to carry Cira away.
Elisha watched from a distance, astonished to see the dragon not attacking. "Should we continue the attack?" her generals asked.
"The dragon lies still, curled up around Cira, as if it has no intention of fighting. For now, we will not attack, but be prepared. If it approaches, we will strike."
Enzo carried Cira to his tent, Hans trailing behind, shocked to see him cradling her. "What happened?"
"The dragon betrayed us. It didn't seem to want to attack, so it must have come seeking help for Cira." He gently laid her on the bed. "She's weak, Cira. We need to find a healer."
Hans hesitated, reluctant to leave her side, but he knew he had to find help. Without a second thought, he dashed off in search of a healer.
Elisha entered the tent shortly after and confronted Enzo. "Have you completely lost your mind? Why have you betrayed the camp? I'll remind you again: she is the enemy!"
"She is, but she is also my sister. The sinister power that enveloped her seems to have vanished. I don't believe she is being controlled by darkness right now."
"And how can you be so sure? What if she wakes up and decides to attack us?"
"Can't you see? She's unconscious! She poses no threat at this moment."
"But what will happen when she regains consciousness? How can you be certain she won't turn on us?"
"It's not easy, but I ask you to trust me. I'm setting aside my feelings, even if she doesn't currently represent a danger. I won't betray her."
"This is a dangerous gamble, Enzo. The lives of thousands depend on your decision. I hope you don't regret this."
She left, returning to her army, keeping a watchful eye on the dragon and the mountains of Vaizel.
Enzo looked down at his sister, who appeared pale and cold. He wrapped her in a blanket, though it was really for himself. "I hope I'm not making a mistake," he murmured.
Hans returned with a healer, who began to examine Cira.
"How is she?" Enzo asked urgently.
"She has lost all her power. She is completely drained," the healer replied.
Hearing that Cira had no power left, Enzo felt a wave of relief. Until she awoke, they were safe from her.
Hans took Cira's hand, feeling how cold she had become. "Is she very serious?"
"Hmm... It's hard to say. Magical power can sometimes return, but in some cases, it cannot regenerate, and the user dies."
Hans was horrified at the thought of losing her. "You need to do something to help her! Save her!"
"I will do everything I can, but I hope it's not too late for her," the healer promised.
Hans held Cira's hand tightly, feeling her growing colder. "Don't die, Cira. You must wake up. Come back to me. Don't give up."
Enzo knew he couldn't remain absent from the front lines. He approached Hans. "I can't stay here. I need to return to the battle. Let me know when Cira wakes up. Even if her magical power is completely gone, we cannot be sure this isn't a strategy to destroy us."
Hans continued to hold Cira's hand, the chill in her body growing more pronounced. "I doubt she is lying."
"Perhaps, but this is war, Hans. Cira is the enemy. We must remain vigilant. Remember, many lives depend on us and our choices."
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Liona was furious that the dragon had allowed Cira to escape. Yet she dared not show her displeasure, standing silently in a corner as events unfolded. Dagon hovered near the doors of Hades, but nothing happened; all was eerily calm.
"What's going on?" Liona asked.
"You can see it," Dagon replied.
Liona squinted into the darkness beyond the doors. "I don't see anything."
"Nothing can be seen. The realm of Hades is elsewhere, but nothing is visible."
Dagon shifted uncomfortably. "What do you want me to do?"
"If I'm supposed to perform the ritual correctly, why not just wait?"
"You should have waited for her to finish."
"I can't read what's in those columns. What do they say?"
"I don't know either; it was her translation. Don't ask me what those inscriptions meant."
"Damn it, I need that girl back. Go find her!"
"The dragon is out there. Where could it possibly be?"
"It's here; I don't think it's far."
"There's a human army near the mountains. If it comes out, it will kill me."
"I'll give you an army to accompany you. As soon as you see it, deal with that human and kill the stupid dragon that helped her escape."
"I don't even know where to start searching."
"The dragons have great strength and power. If you track her down, you'll find her."
"Then you'll let me go?"
Dagon ordered the monsters that had gathered around him to follow Liona. She mounted one of the beasts that resembled a horse. "I'll do what you asked."
"Make it worth my while. Show that you're useful, or I'll have no choice but to dispose of you."
"No, you won't. I assure you."
Liona rode the monster, which could sense the presence of other creatures, even dragons, having been revived by darkness. She was determined to find Cira soon. If she didn't, Dagon would unleash all his fury upon her.
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When the earth shook, Leriana ordered Fay to immediately head for the human kingdom. Meanwhile, Cassiel approached her.
"I also have to stay. Do you know the truth?"
"Yes, I do."
"If I can't force you to fight, I'll help you wherever I can, but don't make me go back there. Don't force me to face the dark king again."
Cassiel embraced Leriana, knowing what she had endured when she faced the dark king. Even after centuries, those memories still haunted her.
"I won't."
"Be careful. This time, don't die."
"I won't. I promise I'll return to you."
"Find the closest entrance to the Shur Desert so you can get there as quickly as possible."
"Thank you."
Cassiel left behind a necklace he had worn—a precious gift from Leriana that he had guarded jealously. "I give you this as a guarantee that you will return."
"I'm surprised you still have it."
"To me, it's a treasure. That's why it was kept in the guardians' room. I didn't want to lose it. This will be the guarantee of your return."
"If you don't return, it will be destroyed."
Cassiel knew Leriana spoke the truth; she couldn't lie. "Please give me some time. Don't destroy it, and don't run away."
"That's something I can't promise."
"I wish you could lie."
Fay appeared, interrupting their farewell. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I come to inform you that we are ready to go."
"Let's move. There's no point in delaying any longer. Open the door."
Everyone gathered in the garden, where the army was preparing to march to the kingdom of Xurt. Tarik was there to bid farewell.
"I'm glad to see you've come to send off the army."
"You belong here as the hereditary prince."
Leriana smiled and walked slowly, offering words of encouragement to her soldiers before opening a portal that led to the kingdom of Xurt. "Good luck on your journey, my faithful friends. May the winds, the earth, and your eyes guide you safely back home."
With those words, the soldiers crossed the portal. Cassiel followed, casting one last glance at Leriana, wishing he could return soon.
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In the kingdom of Cosset, Kiara touched the door of her mother's workshop. "May I come in?"
"Of course, come in."
Enora had been speaking with Dantriel when Kiara entered. Upon seeing her, Dantriel bowed. "Good morning, Princess Kiara."
"Good morning, Dantriel. Could you give us a moment alone?"
Dantriel looked to Enora for approval. "Make sure everything is ready for us to leave. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Enora turned to Kiara. "What do you want to say that Dantriel can't hear?"
Kiara noticed her mother was wearing armor—she would lead her army herself. "Will you truly lead your own army? Would you send me away?"
Enora approached Kiara, caressing her hand. "What mother would send her only daughter to war?"
"I would. I'm more prepared to fight these monsters than you think."
"Though I am queen, I am also a warrior, and I'm more experienced than you. I don't want to risk sending you into battle against them."
"But—"
"Don't expose yourself to danger if it can be avoided. If you fall here, I won't allow it. Don't insist any further, Kiara. I won't change my mind."
Kiara had hoped to return, but she never imagined her mother would lead the army herself. Had she known, she wouldn't have returned, as she couldn't bear to see her mother again.
Enora noticed the anxiety in her daughter's eyes. "What's wrong, Kiara? Do you have something else to say?"
"Please take care of my friends in the human kingdom."
"I will, but first, I must ensure your friends are safe."
"The king of Cosset and his brother, along with the wizard Sirius and Barto, the fairy informant."
Though she had never met him, Enora knew well of Barto, as Ethan spoke of him often. "If that's the case, your information has always been invaluable to us. I'll make sure to protect all the people you've mentioned."
"Thank you, Mother."
Enora hugged Kiara tightly. "Take care, little girl. I'll see you soon."
Before leaving, Kiara called out, "Mama!"
"What is it?"
"How easy is it to reach the Xurt Desert?"
"You described the place very well, so I believe I can create a portal that will take us there."
"Do you want me to help you create it?"
"There's no need, but you can come and ensure it's done correctly."
Kiara followed her mother to the training camp where the soldiers were gathered. She saw Ethan leading a squadron.
"I thought you wouldn't want to leave the kingdom again."
"Taking me to the battlefield doesn't seem like the best punishment."
"I suppose so."
Enora began to create the portal, and Kiara fell silent, not wanting to distract her. When it was finished, Kiara was astonished to see the mountains of Vaizel, shrouded in a cloud of darkness.
Seeing Kiara's reaction, Enora said, "I suppose this is the correct place."
"Mother, let me go with you. Let me fight by your side."
"No, I'm leaving to protect you. You must protect the kingdom and our people."
Enora embraced her one last time. "Remember, if I fall, you will be the queen."
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And there you have it, dear readers—a chapter packed with tension, sacrifice, and the terrifying dawn of a new dark age. The doors of Hades are open, armies are marching, and the line between enemy and ally has never been more blurred. Will Cira survive her powerlessness? Can Enzo justify his mercy? And what will happen when all the forces finally converge on the battlefield?
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What an absolutely gripping chapter! The emotional complexity here is staggering—Enzo and Elisha's unresolved romance, Hans's desperate devotion to a woman who may be beyond saving, Maya's courageous decision to fight for her home, and the looming terror of Hades opening its doors. The dragon's selfless rescue of Cira was breathtaking; even a creature of darkness can love fiercely. Watching Cira stripped of her power and rendered utterly vulnerable was both satisfying and heartbreaking. She may have been the villain, but in that moment, she was just a broken woman facing death alone.
The pacing is masterful, weaving multiple storylines without losing momentum. Every goodbye carried weight—Abril and Lissana, Leriana and Cassiel, Enora and Kiara—each farewell felt like a potential last embrace. And the final image of the doors of Hades swinging open, with unknown horrors waiting beyond, sets the stage for an epic confrontation.
**Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.8 / 5 Stars**
## Next Chapter Prediction
With the doors of Hades now wide open, I predict we will finally see the creature from beyond step into the mortal realm, and the true war will begin in earnest. Cira, stripped of her power and under Enzo's protection, may be forced to face the consequences of her actions—and perhaps even an unlikely redemption. Meanwhile, Liona, hunting for Cira with Dagon's army, is heading straight for the allied camp, which means a confrontation is inevitable. And with Abril, Alessandro, Leriana's fairy army, and Enora's forces all racing toward the same battlefield, Chapter 108 promises an explosive convergence of every major player in this war. The question is: who will survive the first clash, and will any of the goodbyes we witnessed prove to be final?
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