Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 760: On the Other Side

“You did enough, Del,” he murmured, lifting one hand to rest it weakly atop her head, stroking her lush hair with love. “You were always enough.”

The Covenant had known exactly what they were doing. They weren’t about brute force but about the usage of dark arts to achieve supremacy. This was deliberate sabotage of healing, the opposite spectrum of their magic. Light and darkness, holy and unholy. The two were natural enemies.

Kitsara knelt across from Delilah, her hands carefully gripping Darius’s massive, bloodied arm. Unlike the princess, there were no tears in her eyes, only a strained, composed focus. She spoke supportive words one after the other, recounting memories of her childhood, trying to keep him grounded, keep him from slipping away. Darius’s labored breathing slowed slightly, soothed not by magic but by her presence.

I wanted to stay. I wanted to do something. But there was nothing I could give them right now.

Kitsara hadn’t looked at me once since she noticed her brother’s state, and that told me everything I needed to know.

She loved me dearly, but wanted some alone time with her brother. I was more than happy to provide her with privacy, understanding that the royal family of the dogkin people were her family just as much we were.

And the war wasn’t over.

Turning from the wounded prince who was quickly becoming my friend like Ignis, I caught sight of the reformed army. The three forces—dogkin, wolfkin, and Consortium—had gathered themselves, regrouped, and organized by their respective leaders.

A smaller squad had been left behind to tend to the injured and scour through the battlefield for valuables, while the rest of us moved forward, marching in unison toward the opposite side of Lionheart.

Our destination was clear.