Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 887

Chapter 887: No Sign Of Her

The tornado seemed to go on forever, its howling winds ripping through the air with a deafening roar. But just as suddenly as it had begun, the wind began to die down. The powerful currents slowed, and the debris that had been swirling in the sky started to fall to the ground in a rain of shattered stone and broken bodies.

For a moment, there was stillness, an eerie calm after the storm. The fae and witches within the protective barrier waited in breathless silence, fearing that another wave of destruction might yet come. But nothing happened.

Aldric’s gaze swept over the battlefield. The carnage was unimaginable. The once grand arena was in ruins, reduced to utter rubble. The bodies of both their enemies and his fae brethren were scattered across the ground, broken and lifeless. The scale of the destruction left Aldric breathless. Yet something else gnawed at him, a deeper panic.

Azula.

His eyes darted across the field, searching frantically. The last time he had seen her, she had been floating in the air, her body surrounded by the tornado’s furious winds, utterly one with the storm. But now that the storm had passed, she was nowhere to be seen. Great panic surged in his chest, gripping him so hard he couldn’t breathe.

"No, no, no, this can’t be happening," Aldric muttered under his breath, a rising dread clutching at his chest. "Islinda!"

He spun around, shouting orders to the witches. "Lower the barrier! Lower the barrier now!"

The witches holding up the magical shield were more than willing to comply, collapsing to the ground as soon as they let it fall. They were utterly spent, their magic drained beyond its limit.

Faeries rushed to catch them before they could hit the ground, gently lowering them into more comfortable positions. For once, the tension between witches and fae dissipated, replaced by mutual gratitude. These witches had saved them, and that realization left a lasting impact on both sides.

Aldric didn’t linger to watch the aftermath. He bolted out into the open, coughing as the cloud of dust swirled around him. The air was thick with the aftermath of the storm, making it nearly impossible to see clearly. His throat burned from inhaling the dust, but he forced himself to push through. He had to find her. His eyes strained to adjust, scanning the destruction for any trace of Azula.

When he finally got a clear look at the devastation, his jaw nearly dropped. The entire structure of the arena was torn apart, with walls collapsed and debris strewn everywhere.

Bodies—so many bodies—lay strewn across the battlefield, fae and enemy alike. The storm had wiped out more of their enemies than they could have done if they fought head on, their twisted forms lying in heaps. But amidst the wreckage, there was still no sign of Azula.

"Islinda!" Aldric shouted, his voice raw with desperation. "Islinda"

His heart pounded in his chest as he stumbled through the rubble, calling her name again and again. But the only answer he received was the soft rustle of wind as it carried away the remnants of the storm.

Just as his anxiety reached its peak, he heard the distant sound of footsteps. It was the reinforcements finally arriving. Aldric turned to see a squad of warriors led by none other than Valerie. His eyes narrowed, a flash of anger lighting up inside him. So this is where Valerie had been during the fight, leaving them to fend for themselves while he gathered backup.

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