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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

RoseOfBlues · Fantasia
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209 Chs

~ 141: An Excuse - Part 4 ~

My head hurt from the mind collision that I never expected to happen. The surrounding space in my blank mind slowly around me started to change and show a very blurred image.

It was the same image I had seen earlier, but more clearly. It was as though I was viewing the past than the future as it seemed to be very clear like a well-known memory.

This time I wasn't looking at the person but I was the person himself. He held the same blood tainted sword and around him lay an overflowing stream of the same red liquid that dripped down from his longsword that he hid on his back.

He walked through the field of red rivers and dead bodies, whose heads and arms were severed. I gulped at the frightening sight and tried to make out whether it was due to a war or because of a massacre.

Lucius with his mask breathed out a small amount of fog due to the cold weather as his eyes gazed on the ground where the red rivers met the grey waters and turned them red.