Chapter 142 Gods Verdict
Chapter 141
Vexhood’s POV
Darkness pressed against my chest like a thick woolen cloth. I couldn't see anywhere, not even my hand or even the ground I stepped on.
Everything around me was thick black. So thick and dense that one could cut it with a knife.
A whirlwind wrapped around like a reptile curling around a giant tree in the forest.
I held my totem to my chest. The greenish buzz of the gods pressed against my skin.
“Hello?” I whispered into the darkness. “Is anyone there?”
My voice sounded small and afraid. I tried again, louder.
“Spirits? Can you hear me?”
Nothing answered. The silence was so heavy it felt like I could touch it.
The wind changed. It stopped spinning around my chest and moved down to my legs. It wrapped around my ankles like ropes. I looked down, but I still could not see anything.
Then I noticed something new.
My totem was glowing. It buzzed in my hand like a bee trapped inside a jar. It made a soft humming sound. The light from the totem was the only thing I could see in the darkness.
The glow grew bright, then faded. Bright, then faded.
My eyes started to feel heavy. The darkness no longer felt scary. It felt soft, like a warm bed asking me to sleep.
I could not fight it anymore.
My eyes closed.
When I woke up I felt like the gods tapped me out of sleep. My eyes widened. My two ears perked up. My heart rammed against my chest.
Unlike before when I shot my eyes into sleep, I was no longer in darkness.
I was at the front gate of Ravanta, the city of the skull.
The gates were huge and made of dark wood. They opened with a loud CREAK and closed with a hard BOOM that shook the ground.
But no one was coming in or going out.
The road was empty. No wolf. No omega. No animals. No carts. Only dust moving across the ground.
I looked around, confused. “How did I get here?”
The last thing I remembered was the darkness and my glowing totem. Now I was here, as if magic had dropped me at the gates.
I stood up slowly. My legs felt weak. My small cloth bag was still tied to my side. I touched it to make sure everything was still inside.
Then I looked at my feet.
They were covered in dirt. Brown dust clung to my toes and ankles. My legs looked like I had been walking for a very long time.
I had just stood up when a loud voice thundered across the empty road.
“BRING HIM HITHER!”
The voice was so loud it hurt my ears. It sounded like thunder in the sky. Deep and powerful.
My body froze. I could not move.
Then I felt something wrap around my hands. It felt like wind, but stronger. Like invisible ropes tying my wrists.
“Hey! Let go!” I shouted, pulling my arms.
It did not work. The wind was too strong.
Suddenly, my feet left the ground. I was not floating, I was being lifted by the wind.
“Put me down!” I screamed, kicking my legs.
My totem slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a heavy thud.
“No! My totem!”
I reached for it, but I was already too high. The ground moved farther away.
Then something strange happened.
The wind reached down and grabbed my totem. It lifted it into the air and carried it up to me.
The wind moved faster and faster. Trees and houses rushed past. My hair flew across my face.
Then everything turned white.
When the light faded, I was standing inside a room I had never seen before.
The room had twelve doors. I counted them twice. Each door looked different. Some were wooden. Some were stone. One door shimmered like water.
Bright light poured down from above. It sparkled like tiny stars falling from the ceiling.
“KONDRA!”
The word hit me hard. I stumbled back, struggling to breathe.
Kondra. That was my spirit name. The name the gods had given me. The name the moon goddesses are familiar with.
“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“You violated your people!” the voice boomed. It came from everywhere, walls, doors, ceiling.
“You violated your pack!”
Each word felt like a heavy blow. I wrapped my arms around myself.
“You are drunk on power!”
“I…I don’t understand!” I shouted.
But the voice did not stop.
“The cries of the suffering have reached the gods. They heard the screams of those you hurt. They saw the tears of those you caused pain.”
My stomach twisted.
“The gods have decided,” the voice said slowly, “to feed you the same poison you fed your followers. That makes them under your feet.’
I closed my eyes. My head spun.
“Poison?” I whispered.
I looked up at the glowing light.
“How, Holy One? How?”
The light dimmed slightly, as if listening.
Then the voice spoke again, and my blood turned cold.
“The omega. The one you wicked wolves tried to kill. She has been brought back to life by the gods.”
My mouth opened. No. That could not be true.
“She is back ,” the voice said. “ Even in the palace. And she sleeps with your king.”
My chest hurts. I could not breathe.
The omega? Alive? With the king?
“No,” I whispered. “That is impossible.”
But the voice continued.
“The golden child is here. He will prepare you for the great destruction ahead.”
My heart raced. My hands shook.
This was Great Grandova speaking, the ancient spirit who spoke for the gods.
And his words felt like a punishment.
“You will not see death,” the voice said slowly, “and you will not see life.”
My legs felt weak. I wanted to fall, but something held me up.
“What… what should I do now?” I asked. My voice broke.
Silence followed.
Then laughter filled the room.
It started soft, then grew louder. It echoed off the twelve doors. The walls shook. My bones rattled.
A wind filled the room, carrying shining light. The light spun around me like a storm of stars.
Through the laughter, the voice spoke one last time.
“Just make sure the pup is not born.”
The words stayed in the air.
The great Grandova said it again, slower and heavier.
“Sinner. Just make sure the pup is not born.”