After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 149
“Alos has been reverse summoned.”
“What?”
“Something must have happened to him…!”
Claude shouted as he grabbed Sebelia. She instinctively understood. When Claude mentioned ‘him,’ he wasn’t talking about Alos, but about Dehart.
Without another word, Claude dashed off, leaving Sebelia behind. Still stunned, Sebelia stood frozen, blinking in confusion.
No way…
Her ears clearly caught every word Claude said, but her foolish mind refused to process the information.
The shaking earth, the constant rumble from afar, and Claude’s sudden dash after mentioning that Alos had been reverse summoned—everything pointed to one thing.
“No…!”
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as it pressed against the ground.
It felt as if someone had just split her head open. Sebelia could feel her body freezing, her mind struggling to catch up.
“No, no, it can’t be. He promised he wouldn’t throw his life away on reckless tasks. So….”
He’ll be fine.
Sebelia tried to remain calm. But the hand gripping the fallen lamp trembled violently, beyond her control.
“Ha…”
She managed to steady her breath and tried to follow Claude. But the horrific sound ringing in her ears kept halting her. The deep tremors beginning under her feet seemed to be pulling her in.
Boom… thud.
From far off, she could hear the crashing and falling of something. Sebelia gritted her teeth. She marched through the pitch-dark forest, clutching her hands tightly.
Get a grip.
He’ll be fine. He’ll greet her in the same cocky, perfect form he always does.
[I will make no more reckless attempts to risk my life to ease my guilt.]
[I know my place now.]
He had promised her that with his own mouth, hadn’t he?
The lamp’s dim light pierced the pitch-black darkness. The wind from the valley pushed against her forcefully. But Sebelia didn’t stop.
The dust-laden wind tried to tear away her hood, but she didn’t have time to care. Her eyes, barely open, were covered in dust, and she couldn’t even see Claude’s distant figure anymore.
He’ll be fine. He must be fine. He has to be.
Sebelia pushed forward resolutely. She needed to see him unscathed. She had to. If not, if even a shred of that foolishness had led him to sacrifice himself for her…
The blue eyes cutting through the darkness glowed coldly.
* * *
The moment the sacred relic, long hidden beneath the cave, crossed the threshold of the sanctuary, the towering cliffs surrounding the valley crumbled like thick curtains. The darkness that had filled the valley gave way to a reddish sunset, retreating into the new light.
However, those who regained the light could not bask in their joy. Just hours ago, the valley had been filled with eerie silence, but now it was chaos, resembling a battlefield.
“This… this can’t be…!”
The soldiers, witnessing the crumbling cliffs tumbling into the valley below, were horrified. The thought of Dehart’s death briefly crossed their minds.
But soon, one soldier shook himself from the shock and shouted:
“Contact the base below the mountains and send for the wizards!”
The chances of his survival were slim, but even if Dehart was dead, they couldn’t afford to sit idly by. As knights of Inverness and retainers of Hillend Hall, they had a duty to recover Dehart’s body.
But things quickly worsened.
“No, the path to the valley is blocked.”
The narrow passage through the cliffs had been sealed by the recent earthquake. For a moment, despair flickered across the knights’ faces, but they quickly gritted their teeth and began removing the debris one stone at a time.
“Anyone who can still move, help!”
Porters, herbalists, and others were all called to clear the rocks. The remaining knights stood at the edge, looking down at the misty abyss below, biting their lips.
“Dammit…”
Thud.
The sound of blood dripping from their clenched fists was drowned out by the rumble of the valley.
Crack-!
A cold light split the sky as it fell, accompanied by a terrifying noise, as if it were the wrath of the gods. But for the knights of Inverness, it was a sign of hope.
The ladder connected to the valley below rattled. The voices that had been shouting fell silent. Dust settled over the stillness. And then, a chilling voice echoed through the valley.
“Damn it.”
With a heavy grunt, a bloodied hand gripped the edge of the cliff. The hand, thick with tendons, pressed against the ground and, in an instant, lifted a large figure over the precipice.
“This fucking city, I’ll push it down no matter what it takes.”
Dehart, rising from a catastrophe that should have been impossible to survive, exuded a terrifying aura. The red flames that had surrounded his head like a protective shield flickered and fell to the ground.
It was the remnants of Alos.
