The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Securing the Great Wall

[Third Person].

The following day, the palace of Stormveil welcomed its special guests.

Five Fae arrived without noise, without spectacle, yet their presence alone shifted the air within the palace grounds.

The guards remained composed, but even they could feel it—something ancient, something refined.

Draven was there to personally receive them. At his side stood Meredith and her grandmother.

There were no grand proclamations, only a measured welcome as Draven acknowledged them with quiet respect and ushered them inside.

A modest banquet had been arranged. Nothing lavish, but sufficient to honour their arrival.

They sat together, the atmosphere calm yet purposeful. Conversation flowed in a restrained manner—measured exchanges between Draven and the Fae, with Meredith present, occasionally speaking, while her grandmother remained the steady bridge between both sides.

There was no distrust, but there was awareness.

This was not a simple alliance.

After some time, Draven rose. "That will be all for tonight," he said. Then, his gaze shifted briefly to Meredith’s grandmother.

"Grandmother, I will leave the rest to you."

She inclined her head slightly. Understanding passed without words.

Draven turned to Meredith, his hand naturally finding hers. "Come."

She rose to her feet, and together they left the hall, allowing the Fae to remain behind with her grandmother.

There were matters to discuss, details to settle. And they did not require an audience.

—

Back in their chambers, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The tension of diplomacy faded, replaced by something softer.

Meredith let out a quiet breath as she moved further into the room. "I can’t wait for Stormveil to be completely safe again," she said.

There was hope in her voice.

Draven watched her for a moment before walking over. Then, without a word, his hands came to her shoulders and began to massage them gently.

"You won’t have to wait long," he said. "In some hours... it will be done."

Meredith smiled faintly, leaning slightly into his touch. Everything was moving smoothly.

***

By the afternoon of the next day, preparations had been completed.

Draven, Meredith, her grandmother, and the five Fae departed the palace under royal escort, heading east toward the Great Wall.

The journey was steady and uninterrupted. By the time they arrived, the sun had begun its descent, casting long shadows across the towering structure that stood as Stormveil’s greatest defense.

The Great Wall stretched endlessly, silent and imposing.

The group came to a stop. Draven stepped forward slightly, his gaze sweeping across the structure.

"This is it."

No one spoke immediately. But a few moments later, Meredith’s grandmother moved, and the five Fae followed.

They spread out along a section of the wall, positioning themselves with quiet precision. There was no hesitation in their movements, no need for instruction spoken aloud. They knew what to do.

One by one, faint glows began to appear—symbols, runes. They formed in the air first—delicate patterns of light that shimmered with quiet power before gradually embedding themselves into the stone wall.

The air deepened. Each rune carried weight, ancient and deliberate, sinking into the structure as though becoming part of it.

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