When the Moon No Longer Answers the Wolf Chapter 34

Aurora raised her sword and flew up to meet him. The two faced each other in the sky.

It was said that the Shadowfang King’s face was always covered in black mist, and no one knew what he looked like. Everyone assumed he was too ugly to show his face.

Now, the black mist dispersed, revealing a familiar handsome face.

Victor sighed. "It still came to this."

Seeing that Aurora was not surprised, he raised an eyebrow. "When did you figure it out?"

"After our first fight, when you were applying medicine to me. You had the same aura as me."

"What?"

"The aura of a warrior."

Victor smiled. "See? I told you, we're a perfect match. I was even willing to give up my dao heart for you. Why can't you be with me?"

Aurora was unmoved. "A king of wolves, talking about a dao heart?"

From the beginning, Victor had approached her, seeming to care for her, to love her. But his real goal was to break her dao heart, to make her powerless against him.

Once Aurora had figured out Victor’s identity, she knew. If he wanted to play, she would play along.

"Now, the game is over."

They fought fiercely in the sky, while below, the Shadowfang pack and the Council's army clashed in a storm of magic.

Suddenly, the sky darkened. The people below looked up. Was this a sign that the King had won?

High above the clouds, Aurora and Victor were both covered in blood. Aurora’s sword was plunged into Victor’s chest, the flames on the blade burning a hole through him.

Victor grunted. "Do you love me?"

"Yes."

A complex emotion flickered in Victor’s eyes. He looked at the sword in his chest, then at Aurora.

"Is this your love?"

Aurora nodded seriously.

"Loving you doesn't mean I won't kill you. Before I loved you, I had already set my goal to kill the Shadowfang King."

"I won."

Victor scoffed. "A shame. You were just one step short."

"Aurora, I had many chances to kill you, but I didn't."

Aurora sneered. "Are you talking about when you pretended to be a bystander to interfere with my trial? Or when you urged me to leave Greystone City, so that I would fail my trial?"

"This outcome wasn't a gift from you. It's because I never gave up on killing you. I entered the ritual ground to kill you, and I never wavered."

"Victor, no matter what you do, I will always win."

Victor froze, a dazed look on his face.

"You're really confident."

"I used to be that confident too. I thought I could rid the world of all evil. But alas, fate had other plans."

The wound in his chest was growing larger. He was about to turn to dust.

Victor’s peach-blossom eyes fixed on her. "But you were wrong about one thing."

"I really do have a heart."

Aurora looked at Victor’s chest. A faint golden light was glowing inside.

She pulled out her sword, staring at Victor in disbelief.

Who would have thought that the King who had sacrificed countless souls to unleash the Crimson Curse would possess a Heart of Pure Light?

"Aurora, I kind of regret opening the Crimson Curse..."

As Victor faded away, fragments of his spirit formed into scrolls of images before Aurora’s eyes.

Victor was originally human?

Born into a wealthy family, he had witnessed his parents being murdered by his own uncle at the age of five. He became a beggar and was adopted by a werewolf pack. At seven, the pack was annihilated for not paying tribute to the so-called alliance.

Then he wandered again, being deceived and bullied, everyone he cared about leaving him...

He died at eighteen, saving a princess who had snuck out of the palace from a beggar. The princess, afraid he would tarnish her reputation, lured him to the palace and had him dismembered.

At the tender age of eighteen, the boy had already tasted all the bitterness of the world, and then he died.

The princess, afraid of being found out, had a powerful mage set up an array to trap him forever, preventing him from being reincarnated even in death.

After being imprisoned for a thousand years, Victor, consumed by grief, fell to the dark side and became the infamous Shadowfang King.

Aurora looked at the bloody array that had appeared in the sky, the entrance to the Crimson Curse.