Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 603

Chapter 603: Enraged

Unaware of the commotion beyond the reinforced walls, the room remained quiet, sealed away from the pressure rolling through the healing wing outside.

The only sounds came from the low hum of stabilizing glyphs embedded in the walls and the wet, uneven gurgling hiss of Vaelira’s breathing as air dragged through damaged lungs.

White light washed over everything, reflecting off polished metal and sterile tools, lending the space an artificial calm that felt strained rather than comforting.

Vaelira lay restrained by necessity rather than choice, her body wrapped in layers of bandages and glowing medical seals that pulsed faintly with each labored breath. Her chest rose unevenly, ribs bound tight to hold fractures in place, and her arms were splinted along her sides, fingers barely twitching when pain spiked.

Her face was a patchwork of healing efforts, one eye swollen shut beneath gauze, her jaw supported by a brace to keep shattered bone aligned. She looked nothing like the composed, arrogant woman who once commanded rooms with a flick of her wrist.

Talia, smithing-type awakened and leader of the Runewoven Guild, sat beside the bed in a simple chair, posture straight but tired, hands folded loosely in her lap as she watched the slow rhythm of Vaelira’s breathing. Another chair stood empty beside her, pulled close to the bed.

While Tessa was an awakened combatant, Talia took on the role of a supporter, spending her time in her guild’s smithies. As such, she was the first to arrive when the news of what happened occurred. She believed Tessa would get here any minute, though.

The healer had explained everything in clipped, professional tones only minutes earlier, and the words still lingered in Talia’s mind as she spoke them aloud again, but heavily.

"The healers said nothing permanent was caused. You’ll recover fully, but it will take days, if not longer, before you’re back in fighting condition. They don’t want to stress your system by fixing everything at once because you have too many broken bones and internal damage. Pushing it would risk your body shutting down from being overwhelmed."

Vaelira’s response came slowly. She could not turn her head, the brace holding her neck rigid, so her eye slid sideways instead, focusing on Talia with a sharpness that clashed with her condition. Pain flickered across her expression, then hardened into something colder, more deliberate. Her breathing hitched once before she forced the words out through clenched teeth.

"I demand justice!" she hissed, voice rough and wet, shaped by swelling and restraint but carrying clear intent.

"You demand justice?" Talia echoed with one brow lifting as she shifted in her chair and crossed one thigh over the other. The movement stayed controlled, looking like the posture of someone who was used to weighing outcomes rather than emotions.

"Yes!" Vaelira rasped. Her jaw brace creaked faintly as tension ran through it. "I was attacked. Assaulted! The rules of the competition state that awakened participants are forbidden from attacking one another." Her breathing grew harsher, a feral edge slipping through the damage as she continued. "That creature violated the rules when she..." The sentence collapsed into a low, animalistic growl, frustration vibrating through her restrained body.

Talia let out a slow breath. "Vaelira. Those restrictions apply to opposing teams. You two not only share a guild alliance but also operate within the same competing group. The rules do not cover internal conflict under those conditions."

"What even is that damned bitch?!" Vaelira hissed with fury running through her spine, making her shake with anger. Then she added with a much lower hiss, "You are choosing ’them’ over me..."

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