Dark Moon Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 177. Rebellion and Ambush VII (Patreon)

Third Arc (Fallen Heart) - 177. Rebellion and Ambush VII

Upon her silence, Angel glanced at Rose, his expression one of worry. "I'm more worried about you," he said, his voice filled with concern.

That statement made her turn to him, her expression one of displeasure. "Are you underestimating me?" she said, her voice filled with irritation. Indeed, she hadn't fought in a long time, but that didn't mean she had forgotten how.

Angel shook his head from side to side. "I know you are strong, that's why I allow you to join in," he said, his gaze fixed on her. "It's just… No man wants to bring his beloved one to the battlefield. Whatever the reason," he added, his voice soft and sincere.

Rose's heart started pounding fast as she heard his words. She could see the genuine emotion in Angel's eyes, and she couldn't help but feel touched by his concern for her safety. She knew that he was a powerful and skilled warrior, but she also knew that he was a man with a heart, a man who cared deeply for those he loved.

Before Rose could say a word, a soldier who came at them interrupted their conversation. "Your Majesty, we are ready to go," he reported, his voice filled with respect and urgency.

Both Rose and Angel shifted their gaze forward, their attention immediately drawn to the scene before them. The horses, soldiers, and Frost were ready, including their horses. The horses were majestic creatures, their coats shining in the sunlight, their muscles rippling with power and strength. The soldiers’ expressions were determined and focused. Likewise with Frost.

Angel turned to Rose, his expression one of concern. "Promise me. Don't leave my side," he warned her once again, his voice filled with urgency. He knew that everything could go wrong on the battlefield, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

"I understand," she replied, her voice filled with determination. She knew that this was a dangerous journey, but she was determined to stand by Angel's side, no matter what.

Then, both of them went to their horses, mounting them with practiced ease.

Once they entered the forest, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the beauty of the forest. The tall trees loomed above them, their branches reaching for the sky, their leaves rustling in the wind. The forest was a symphony of colors, from the vibrant green of the leaves to the deep brown of the tree trunks. The terrain was rugged, the ground uneven and rocky. But the horses were sure-footed, and Angel and Rose were skilled riders, so they made their way through the forest with ease.

Their destination was the center of the area, the place where the sword was placed. The sword was the key to breaking the magic barrier that had trapped them, and they knew that they had to find it as soon as possible. But as they rode deeper into the forest, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The forest was the perfect place for an ambush, and she knew that their enemy was waiting for them, ready to strike.

The sky was darkening, and the shadows were getting longer. The tall trees provided cover for the enemy, and they knew that they had to be careful.

Several scouts were positioned in several directions, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of danger. The soldiers were on high alert, their weapons at the ready. They knew that one false move could mean death, and they were determined to be vigilant.

As they rode deeper into the forest, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that they were getting closer to the sword, but she also knew that they were getting closer to the rebels. And she knew she would reunite with Ivetta soon. But this time, they wouldn’t meet as friends like before.

Her mind couldn't help but wonder. She thought about the past, about her father and the tragic events that had led to his death. Ivetta had been the one to lead the attack on the rebels, and the one to give the orders that led to innocent people’s death, including Rose's father.