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Chapter 154: Rise of the Fallen Angel · Oct 25, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Deadly Hunt (2) 2026-10-25
152 Chapter 152: Deadly Hunt (3) 2026-10-25
153 Chapter 153: Death’s Door 2026-10-25
154 Chapter 154: Rise of the Fallen Angel 2026-10-25
155 Chapter 155: Shadow of the Gods 2026-10-25
156 Chapter 156: Back Again 2026-10-25
157 Chapter 157: New Plan 2026-10-25
158 Chapter 158: Assurance 2026-10-25
159 Chapter 159: Warlord’s Forge 2026-10-25
160 Chapter 160: Unfinished Business 2026-10-25
161 Chapter 161: Long Due (1) 2026-10-25
162 Chapter 162: Long Due (2) 2026-10-25
163 Chapter 163: Morning Tides 2026-10-25
164 Chapter 164: Jealousy Incoming 2026-10-25
165 Chapter 165: Rapid Kiss Attack 2026-10-25
166 Chapter 166: Take Your Time 2026-10-25
167 Chapter 167: Solitary War Room 2026-10-25
168 Chapter 168: Hostile Profits 2026-10-25
169 Chapter 169: Battle Royale 2026-10-25
170 Chapter 170: Rafter Chase 2026-10-25
171 Chapter 171: Afternoon Truce 2026-10-25
172 Chapter 172: Hostile Takeover 2026-10-25
173 Chapter 173: Warlord’s Gauntlet 2026-10-25
174 Chapter 174: Claws, Iron, and Broken Wards 2026-10-25
175 Chapter 175: Old Friend 2026-10-25
176 Chapter 176: Fight Plan 2026-10-25
177 Chapter 177: The Gold, the Shadow, and the Berserker’s Edge 2026-10-25
178 Chapter 178: Green Valley 2026-10-25
179 Chapter 179: The Verdant Labyrinth 2026-10-25
180 Chapter 180: Treasury Vault and the Elven Commander’s Gambit 2026-10-25
181 Chapter 181: Defeat 2026-10-25
182 Chapter 182: Back to Sylvander 2026-10-25
183 Chapter 183: Humiliation 2026-10-25
184 Chapter 184: Sensual Torture 2026-10-25
185 Chapter 185: Payback in Prison (1) 2026-10-25
186 Chapter 186: Payback in Prison (2) 2026-10-25
187 Chapter 187: Queen’s Intimidation 2026-10-25
188 Chapter 188: Arrival of the Devils 2026-10-25
189 Chapter 189: The Barbarian Conquest 2026-10-25
190 Chapter 190: Unification 2026-10-25
191 Chapter 191: Body Modification 2026-10-25
192 Chapter 192: Visiting Milfheim 2026-10-25
193 Chapter 193: Settling In 2026-10-25
194 Chapter 194: Mother In-Law’s Temptation 2026-10-25
195 Chapter 195: Mother In-Law’s Temptation (2) 2026-10-25
196 Chapter 196: Unraveling Misha (1) 2026-10-25
197 Chapter 197: Unraveling Misha (2) 2026-10-25
198 Chapter 198: Unraveling Misha (3) 2026-10-25
199 Chapter 199: Unraveling Misha (4) 2026-10-25
200 Chapter 200: Beast Grathak 2026-10-25

Waking up felt like chewing on broken glass.

Every nerve in Kane’s body screamed in protest as he cracked his eyes open.

A warm fire crackled nearby, chasing away the biting wind howling outside the ruined sanctuary walls.

Glancing down at his right arm, Kane noticed tight bandages wrapped securely around his bicep. His ribs carried the same neat stitching.

”You really know how to take a beating, husband,” Misha murmured, pressing a wet cloth against his forehead.

”Occupational hazard.”

Pushing himself up with a groan, he leaned against the shattered altar.

’I feel like a carriage ran over me twice,’ Kane admitted, testing the flexibility of his shoulder.

’But the stitching holds perfectly. Misha learns fast.’

Looking past his wife, Kane spotted Griselda pacing relentlessly near the temple entrance.

Her long violet hair whipped around her pale shoulders as she walked tight circles. Golden eyes constantly darted between Kane’s resting spot and a small stone table.

Sitting right in the center of that table was the glass vial, glowing with azure Serpent blood.

’She waited for me to wake up instead of just taking it,’ Kane realized, a genuine sense of respect settling in his chest.

”Hey, angel,” Kane called out, his voice rough.

”Stop wearing a hole in the floorboards. Get over here.”

Griselda stopped instantly. Her eyes locked onto him. Striding quickly across the ruined sanctuary, she stopped just short of the firelight. Her pale hands moved in a flurry of rapid, anxious gestures.

[You are awake. The blood is secure. Are we doing this now?]

”Right now,” Kane agreed, gesturing toward the vial.

”No point in waiting. Misha, you ready to play nurse again?”

”My rings are prepared,” Misha answered, stepping up beside him.

Her bands began spinning in a steady, serene rhythm.

”Celestial seals require a delicate touch. If we just pour the mythical blood over the runes, the sudden mana rush might stop her heart.”

”Then keep her heart beating,” Kane instructed.

Turning his attention back to the fallen angel, Kane offered a reassuring nod.

”Your turn, Griselda. Let’s see that lock.”

Taking a shaky breath, Griselda reached for the buckles of her leather tunic.

Her fingers trembled slightly, betraying centuries of pent-up anticipation. Undoing the straps, she let the leather fabric slide off her pale shoulders, dropping it to her waist.

Long violet hair cascaded down her bare back, contrasting sharply with her pale, flawless skin. She turned to face him fully, offering no modesty.

Right in the center of her chest, resting beautifully between her big breasts, sat the intricate golden seal.

Divine runes pulsed with a stubborn, restrictive light, digging deep into her flesh to keep her true nature chained.

’That looks painful,’ Kane observed, keeping his gaze professional despite the highly distracting view.

’Gods really love branding their mistakes.’

Picking up the glass vial, Kane popped the cork with his thumb.

”This is going to burn.”

Griselda tilted her chin up proudly, her eyes flashing with fierce determination. She tapped her collarbone twice.

[I have endured centuries of silence. A little pain means nothing. Do it.]

Kane didn’t hesitate. Tilting the vial, he poured the glowing azure blood directly over the golden runes resting between her breasts.

The reaction hit instantaneously.

Mythical blood acted like a solvent against the divine magic. Sizzling steam rose immediately from Griselda’s chest, carrying the faint scent of burning sugar and wild magic.

Griselda’s eyes rolled back.

Falling to her bare knees, she threw her head back in a silent, agonizing scream.

Centuries of locked mana suddenly flooded her mortal veins, expanding rapidly and tearing through her restrictive limits.

Her entire body convulsed, muscles seizing as the celestial power fought to break free.

”Now, Misha!”

Stepping forward quickly, Misha placed a hand directly onto Griselda’s trembling shoulder. White rings expanded, wrapping around the fallen angel’s torso to smooth out the violent mana currents.

”I have her,” Misha promised, her dual-tone voice echoing with authority.

”Breathe, Griselda. Let the currents flow. Do not fight the rush.”

’Hang on, angel,’ Kane prayed silently, watching the azure blood literally wash the golden runes away.

The golden seal hissed one final time before dissolving completely, leaving her pale skin entirely unblemished.

A blinding pulse of pure white light erupted directly from Griselda’s spine.

Kane shielded his eyes as the shockwave knocked the campfire embers sideways.

Tearing through the air with a sound like ripping silk, two majestic, pitch-black, feathered wings exploded from her shoulder blades.

Swish.

They spread wide across the ruined temple walls. The wingspan looked breathtaking, radiating raw, untamed power.

Griselda slumped forward, her hands bracing against the cold stone floor.

Her beautiful black wings twitched, folding slightly as she struggled to process the sudden rush of sensory input.

Panting heavily, she took a long, stuttering breath. It was her first true, unhindered breath in centuries.

No magical barrier caught in her throat. No divine gag stopped the air from reaching her vocal cords.

Slowly, she raised her head.

Sweeping her long violet hair out of her face, she looked directly up at Kane.

”Kane,” Griselda whispered.

Her new voice sounded raspy, rough from centuries of disuse, yet incredibly human and melodic.

Dropping the formal title completely signaled a profound shift.

She was no longer just a slave communicating through gestures.

”Thank you,” she rasped, tears finally spilling over her eyes.

Leaning back against the altar, Kane crossed his good arm over his chest.

”Looks good on you, angel,” Kane teased, letting the emotional weight of the moment settle.

”Now put a shirt on before you catch a cold. We still have a long walk home.”

Misha let out a laugh, handing Griselda her discarded leather tunic.

”He ruins every romantic moment,” Misha joked, helping the fallen angel guide her arms through the sleeves.”

”I heard that.”

”You were meant to hear it, husband,” Misha shot back smoothly.

Griselda let out a beautiful laugh, testing the sound of her own joy. Rustling her black feathers, she adjusted the leather over her chest, finally feeling whole again.

’Mission accomplished,’ Kane smiled to himself, listening to the two women talk quietly near the fire.

’Got the blood, broke the seal, and gained a flying angel. Not a bad day’s work for a barbarian.’

”Whenever you are ready to move, just say the word, Kane,” Griselda spoke again, clearly savoring the feeling of the words rolling off her tongue.

”I can scout the path ahead from the sky now.”

”It’s not this path we should be worried about.”

Kane said, his eyes changing.

”It’s time to wage war against the Elven Kingdom.”

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