Chapter 68 The tide turned against him
She turned her back, her heart settled on the crown. He watched her go, his jaw set in a hard line of defiance as he willed his hands not to tremble with rage. He held that fire in his palms, though it screamed to be unleashed upon the one who had orchestrated his ruin.
"Orion, listen to me—let her go. She will never be yours." Felix placed a steadying hand on Orion’s shoulder, but the gesture only served to break the dam. The ferociousness Orion had been stifling flooded the place; he wanted to unleash all that built-up venom on the man standing before him.
He didn’t care if she had agreed to leave or not. Choice didn’t matter. Esperanza belonged to him. She was his anchor, his cage, and his only kingdom.
"This is all because of you. You did this on purpose." The words tumbled out of Orion, trembling and jagged, howling with a rage he could no longer contain.
His eyes bled into a lightless dark as the uproar inside him surged, physically filling his frame until he seemed to tower over the place.
Felix looked into those eyes and saw his own end reflected in the void. It was a haunting realization: he had made the single greatest mistake of his life.
He had provoked the one person Orion valued above his own soul, and now, the consequences were no longer a threat—they were a death sentence.
" What have I done? She knows everything, she is playing with you, can't you see?" Felix turned on him with questioning eyes that were wide and shimmering, but Felix met that cold, horrific gaze and found no logic, only a silent, predatory demand for an answer he did not have.
"She confessed it—the bitter admission that if love causes only pain, then it's better to let it go." Felix’s irrefutable truths laid the stark reality bare before him, stripping away every excuse Orion had built. Yet, enduringly, he denied it again.
He gripped the lie like a weapon, refusing to acknowledge the world Felix was trying to force him to see.
"You’re just being resentful," Orion hissed, his voice a jagged edge. "You want me to live in the blue—to drown in the same misery you do. You want to pull me back from the only happiness I’ve ever known."
Orion was beckoning Felix into a confrontation, accusing him of a bitter heart.
But the words were a mirror. In reality, it was Orion who was consumed by a jaundiced spite; he was resentful of the ease with which she spoke the King’s name, a name that tasted like poison in his own mouth.
Felix smirked, a cold, sharp thing; he was staring into Orion's eyes, all helpless and flimsy.
"Maybe you are right," Felix conceded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous velvet. "But I am only trying to save you from the truth. That girl hasn’t saved you, Orion—she has pushed you away from your revenge. She’s made you forget your real purpose. "
"Tell me, have you even looked in a mirror? Have you seen how many welts are still visible on your skin? Have you realized that since meeting her, you’ve gone astray? You aren't the man who was going to fulfill his vengeance, you're just a ghost haunting your own self," his words were rough till real.
"You will regret this. If you want to leave, then go." Felix’s voice cracked as he finally let the words out, each one feeling like a heavy stone being laid over his heart.
"I was the one who brought you to this sanctuary so she could recover. I gave you everything."
He looked at Orion, the distance between them suddenly feeling like an ocean. "You were like a child to me, but she snatched you away. There is no point in us living together, as partners."
" You have chosen her, and you must leave this place. Now." His words make the betrayal deeper.
Yuki stepped out of the shadows, his movements fluid but heavy with a sense of dejection. He moved between them, a living barrier that cut Felix off from Orion. He didn't just stand there; he stood against Felix, his posture rigid with a silent spurn.
"She is not the one who is leaving," Yuki said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "You are."
With those three words, Yuki effectively turned the tables, Felix’s face went deathly pale, the blood draining from his features as he stood astounded.
"Do you even know what you are saying?" Felix hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief.
He refused to accept the sudden collapse of his pride, He stepped forward and tried to tower over him, but Yuki remained immovable.
"You listen well," Yuki said, his voice a low, vibrating warning. "There is no sanctuary here for a slayer." Yuki riveted his eyes on Felix's eyes. Felix heard him and gave a pernicious look.
"I do not understand... why are you saying all this?" Felix’s voice was a jagged rasp. His mind was saturated with a fresh, hot anguish, a tide of bitterness that drowned his reason. The veins in his neck and forehead distended, pulsing with the pressure of his soaring heartbeat.
he wanted to slay Esperanza, The urge to strike was a visceral hum in her blood, demanding he tear Esperanza apart right then and there.
" The tide turned against me," Felix let out a playful smirk, as his blood was boiling, how could some humans can stand against him, because of a fragile girl he is letting go of his greatest revenge.
"She deserves to die," Felix spat, his words dripping with a virulent conviction. His fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned a ghostly white, the sheer force of his grip a testament to his murderous intent.
Yuki’s eyes dilated as he sensed the shift in the air. He was witnessing a total mutiny of reason—the malignant madness his kind was capable of. He could see the aura radiating from Felix; it was thick, pensive, and utterly petrifying, a dark storm of energy that threatened to swallow everything.