Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 802: Horrors Unleashed On Astaria

Late that night, under the cover of darkness, a cloaked figure moved stealthily through the dense trees that marked the border between Astaria and the Tamry Forest. The border was a place of dread, the edge of civilization where the land met the wilds, the dark unknown. The Tamry Forest, a forbidden territory, was where monsters and malevolent Faeries were banished, its entrance sealed off by a powerful barrier that had stood for centuries, keeping the horrors within from spilling into the realm of Astaria.

The figure moved with purpose, her steps silent as a whisper, until she reached the barrier. It shimmered faintly in the moonlight, a nearly invisible force field that vibrated with an ancient power. She stood there for a moment, her hood pulled low over her face, before extending a hand toward the barrier. Her fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with the invisible wall, and she began to murmur incantations under her breath, the words ancient and forbidden.

As she chanted, the barrier began to respond. The energy within it started to thin, like a mist being parted by a gust of wind. Slowly, a small hole, no larger than a fist, began to open in the barrier. The figure’s concentration was intense, her entire being focused on the task at hand. But just as the hole began to widen, a voice shattered the silence.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

The sudden shout snapped the figure out of her trance, and the barrier instantly sealed itself shut, returning to its full strength. The figure cursed under her breath as she spun around, her heart pounding. A soldier, part of the patrol assigned to guard this section of the border, stood there, his weapon drawn and crackling with electricity, a weapon known to incapacitate even the strongest of Faeries.

Realizing what the figure had been attempting, the soldier lunged at her, his weapon aimed to incapacitate. But the cloaked figure was quick, her movements a blur as she dodged the attack, barely avoiding the lethal charge of electricity. The soldier swung his weapon again, this time aiming for her head, but she ducked, and the weapon merely grazed the edge of her hood, pulling it back and revealing her face.

The soldier’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the woman standing before him. "Queen—" he began, but the word was cut off abruptly.

With a swift, practiced motion, the woman threw a dagger that sliced through the soldier’s throat, silencing him forever. He dropped to his knees, his weapon falling uselessly to the ground. The woman didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance between them and plunged another dagger into his chest, ensuring he wouldn’t heal or recover. Only when she was certain he was dead did she release him, letting his body crumple to the ground.

Breathing heavily, the woman wiped the blood from her dagger and scanned the area. She knew that this soldier was not alone. There were others on patrol, and she couldn’t afford to leave any witnesses. The success of her plan depended on it. With grim determination, she set off into the shadows, hunting down the remaining guards one by one.

The forest echoed with the sounds of struggle—screams, the clash of weapons, and the wet thud of bodies hitting the ground. The woman moved like a shadow, striking with deadly precision. Each guard she encountered fell swiftly, none of them given the chance to raise an alarm or escape. She was ruthless, ensuring that no one survived. By the time she was done, the ground was littered with the bodies of the soldiers who had been assigned to protect this part of the border.

Satisfied that there were no survivors, the woman returned to the barrier. Her hands shook slightly as she pressed them against the invisible wall, resuming her incantations. The barrier resisted her efforts, its power ancient and formidable, but the woman was relentless. She muttered the words of the spell with increasing intensity, her voice trembling with strain.

It soon became apparent that the task was taking its toll on her. Blood began to trickle from her nose, and her vision blurred as she continued to push against the barrier’s strength. Her body shook with the effort, and a pained groan escaped her lips as she struggled to maintain the spell. She was not strong enough to completely shatter the barrier, and she knew it. But she didn’t need to. She only needed to weaken it enough for what was on the other side to break through.

Finally, with a gasp of exhaustion, the woman collapsed to her knees. She couldn’t go any further. The barrier remained mostly intact, but a small hole had been forced open, just large enough for something—or someone—to pass through. She stared at it, her breath coming in ragged gasps. freeweɓnovel.cøm

As if in answer to her efforts, a green, monstrous arm, covered in rough, scaly skin, pushed through the hole in the barrier. The sight of it made the woman recoil in fear, her instincts screaming at her to run. For a moment, guilt flashed across her face, but she hardened her expression, shoving the emotion aside. This had to be done. Oberon had to pay for what he had done.

The woman turned her back on the barrier and began to walk away, leaving the monsters behind. The barrier groaned and crackled as the creatures on the other side pressed against it, eager to break free. The sounds of the forest, once filled with the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves, were now replaced by the ominous growls and snarls of the creatures trying to force their way through.

As the woman disappeared into the darkness, the barrier continued to wane, straining against the onslaught. The monsters clawed and pushed, their hunger and rage driving them forward. It was only a matter of time before they broke through, and when they did, Astaria would face a horror it had not seen in centuries.