That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 195: As he gazed upon the creature, Zaiper could scarcely believe this was the same beast that had overpowered him and his own beast on countless occasions, more times than he cared to admit. Tonight was his night.

He could almost taste the victory.

LAST CHAPTER FOR PART 1.

GRAND LORD VLADYA Vladya's fists clenched, then slowly unfurled as the soldiers secured the cage in the center of the arena. Zaiper's voice droned on like a litany, reciting rituals and traditions Vladya didn't want to hear.

He had spent the night going over ancient texts. The complex lines of the Xaa'l Tbeh Zeek spell ran through his mind. Even now, he traced the sigils with his thoughts, rehearsing what was to come.

The air, thick with sorrow and anguish, threatened to suffocate him. The wails of the women echoed loudly, like a mourning chorus that made Vladya's gut clench.

Zaiper remained indifferent as he continued with the rituals.

After the readings came the moment of execution, where Daemonikai would be killed forever.

But not on Vladya's watch. Not if he had anything to say about it.

He could feel the power of Xaa'l Tbeh Zeek thrumming beneath his skin. The forbidden spell was ready to be unleashed.

Vladya had no idea what he had been expecting after the beast drank from the boy. But as the hours passed and the time for Daemon to be eliminated drew closer, the feeling of disappointment grew almost crippling.

It irritated him. They had agreed long ago that miracles did not happen. Vladya had been a fool to think that one might occur from a mere bloodfeeding.

gⱯlnσν????ℓs․cøm is a world of wonder "And now," Zaiper's voice boomed through the arena, "we proceed with the termination." He gestured to the healers. "Bring forth the blades."

The healers emerged, their faces pale and drawn, bearing three ceremonial daggers on velvet cushions, their poisoned tips glinting in the firelight. Each Grand Lord accepted their weapon.

Rising from their thrones in a synchronized move, their heavy robes swirled around them like cloaks.

One by one, they descended the steps into the arena, their footsteps sounding like a heavy drum in the quiet night. Vladya gripped the hilt of the cold metal dagger. The execution was brutally simple. They would approach the cage, partially shift into their beast forms, and plunge the dagger deep into the feral's abdomen.

As they neared the cage, Vladya initiated the first step of the mind exchange ritual. Opening his mind, he began to hum a low, resonant tune. A deafening thunderclap ripped through the tensed arena, shaking its very foundations.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, growing into cries of mourning and grief. As if in answer, a bolt of lightning split the sky, momentarily illuminating the place. Another thunderclap, even louder than the first, shook the earth.

Then, the beast stirred.

The grand lords froze. Their gazes locked onto the form within the cage. Despite the veil of darkness that cloaked the arena, the feral's movements were unmistakable.

"He… moved?" Ottai's voice cracked, his eyes widening as he turned to Zaiper. "I thought you said the darts had done their job?"

"Of course they did," Zaiper said confidently. "Three vials of iron shards dissolved in a solution infused with scented leaves from Abaddin."

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