Chapter 130: The Ultimate Revenge
Althea slowly raised her head, her dark lashes fluttering as she blinked away the haze of exhaustion. Her eyes, hollow and bloodshot, burned with a dangerous glint, the only sign of life in her otherwise wan expression.
Since the moment she’d learned of Lorelai’s kidnapping, she hadn’t allowed herself a single moment of rest. Nights bled into days as she poured every ounce of her being into her witchcraft, her obsession driving her to the brink of madness.
The evidence of her efforts lay scattered around the throne room, macabre trophies of her relentless pursuit.
The mangled corpses of animals and men, the remnants of charred herbs, and broken vials of strange substances littered the space like grotesque offerings. In the center of it all sat the half-dead king slumped on his cold, golden throne, his once-regal figure reduced to a pitiable husk.
"Just a little more," Althea whispered, her dry, cracked lips curling into a faint smirk. Her trembling fingers deftly sliced into the man’s vein, watching as his sluggish, dark blood oozed over his white skin. Her dark eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger. "A little more, and it will all be over."
The queen was unraveling. The toll of her efforts clawed at her sanity, yet she couldn’t stop.
She had become addicted to this torment, knowing that at the end of her suffering lay the prize she had been yearning for: ultimate power.
And revenge. Sweet, absolute revenge.
Her gaze flickered to the mess around her, to the chaos she had wrought, and her lips twisted into a bitter sneer. "If only Kai hadn’t fixated on that wretched girl..." she muttered under her breath, her voice hoarse and sharp with frustration.