Chapter 39. Beligor’s Legacy

  Night had fallen over the camp, wrapping it in a heavy shroud of sorrow. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the faces of those who remained.

  Leonel sat staring into the flames, his thoughts in turmoil. He couldn’t forget Beligor’s last words: “Take care of yourselves.”

  — Why did he do it? — Ethan’s voice was quiet, yet in the darkness, it sounded clear.

  — Maybe he wanted to atone for something? — Stan suggested, though even he didn’t seem convinced.

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  The half-blood sat with her knees drawn to her chest. A strange sensation stirred within her, as if something foreign had awakened in her blood after that arrow.

  — I heard him, — she suddenly whispered.

  Everyone turned.

  — Who? — Leonel asked.

  — Beligor. When we were leaving, I heard a whisper: “This is not the end.”

  A heavy silence followed.

  — Maybe you imagined it, — Stan shrugged, but his voice lacked confidence.

  — What if I didn’t? — the half-blood lifted her head, her eyes gleaming in the firelight.

  Leonel studied her closely.

  — You stopped that arrow. How?

  She shook her head.

  — I… don’t know. It was like an instinct.

  Stan frowned in thought.

  — Beligor was connected to the Dark Lord. If his soul is still here… maybe he left something behind for you.

  The half-blood looked at her hands. What if part of Beligor’s power now lived within her?

  — We need to find out what’s happening, — Leonel said firmly.

  But the moment he spoke, the fire crackled louder, and a cold whisper swept through the air.

  "You are not ready to learn the truth."