Apocalyse: Marked by Chaos
Chapter 111 - 110 Regret in His Rage

Chapter 111: Chapter 110 Regret in His Rage

The hastened steps of people echoed in the hospital ward. A bowl of red liquid was being transferred out from a room, and bags of blood were carried inside.

The air smelled of antiseptics and the metallic scent of blood. Inside the ward, Olivia lay unconscious on the bed as the medical professionals tried to stop her excessive bleeding.

The blade had pierced through her chest, only a few inches away from her heart.

Diana waited outside while the others took Luke to the mortuary. They refused to stay because of the blame they still had for Olivia. But Diana stayed behind—not because she had forgiven her, but because she needed to keep watch.

She watched with blank eyes as the nurses rushed in and out.

Is she going to die? She bit her lower lip. She had a strong feeling this was the beginning of the end. But she couldn’t quite put her fingers around it.

She wrapped her arms around herself. Cold. She hadn’t realized how cold the hallway was until now.

Luke was dead, and Olivia was barely alive... everything felt like it was crumbling.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to cry.

Her eyes snapped open when a girl running toward her nearly stumbled.

Abigail. She had met with her before; her skills could be said to be top-notch. But they weren’t close enough to be called friends.

Was she here because the authorities ordered her to? Or did she have any connection with Olivia? Diana couldn’t help but wonder.

Abigail panted, her chest heaving up and down from the sprint. It was like her heart was being deprived of oxygen. She didn’t speak to Diana—she only spared her a glance before she rushed inside. Her eyes were sharp, and her presence seemed to shift the air in the room.

Diana didn’t move; rather, she just watched everything from the little glass on the doorframe.

Abigail placed her hands above Olivia’s body, and soft golden light began to glow around her fingers. It was warm, pulsing with controlled energy, and slowly, the beeping of the machines steadied. The bleeding slowed. Olivia’s breath stabilised—though still shallow, it was no longer erratic.

Abigail didn’t stop until her fingers trembled. Her brows furrowed in pain, but she didn’t flinch.

Her heart squeezed when she saw the state of Olivia. This troublemaker, always jumping from kettle to fire. She sighed. But she looked so pitiful.

She didn’t know why Olivia wasn’t healing now. Her pulse was so weak, as if she had given up the desire to live.

Now she had to channel her life energy into her. Hopefully, it might sustain her until her system picked up again.

Minutes turned into hours. Even when the nurses whispered, even when the doctor asked if she needed rest, she ignored them and kept going.

By the time she stepped out of the room, she looked drained, but calm. Her brown, wavy hair clung to her face, her clothes drenched in sweat.

"She’s stable," Abigail said quietly. "For now."

Abigail knew Diana was waiting for Olivia. She had heard Olivia talk about her a couple of times.

Diana stared at her. "You helped her?"

Abigail nodded. "I had to. She’s my friend."

Diana didn’t respond. She just looked away. But a quiet breath left her lips, like she had been holding it for far too long.

Abigail leaned against the wall outside the ward, wiping the sweat off her forehead. Her hands still tingled faintly from the healing energy, and her legs felt weak. But she didn’t sit down.

Diana glanced at her again. "You used a lot of power."

"I’ll recover," Abigail muttered, brushing her hair out of her face. "She needed it more than I did."

"She almost died."

"I know."

Diana didn’t know how to respond to that. The silence between them was heavy. A few nurses passed by, whispering quietly. None of them stopped. The hallway felt like a space pulled out of time—like nothing outside the ward mattered anymore.

"She didn’t deserve what happened," Abigail said after a moment.

Diana turned her head slowly. "You think that?"

Abigail nodded. "I don’t know all the details, but I know Olivia wouldn’t just let someone die. Especially not Luke."

Diana stared at the closed doors again. "Then why does it feel like everything breaks when she’s around?"

Abigail didn’t answer, because she had no answer to that. Neither of them had the strength to argue.

Inside the room, Olivia’s breathing had steadied. Her skin looked a little less pale now, though her lips were still dry. There was color returning to her face, slow and faint, like the very idea of life was crawling its way back into her.

....

In another part of the school, the sound of wood breaking filled the air.

Klaus had destroyed half his dorm room.

Chairs lay scattered across the floor. The table was flipped over. One wall was cracked from where he had slammed his fist into it.

His eyes burned with anger. His chest rose and fell like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t believe that Olivia was almost killed and Luke was dead. But the one person he actually wanted dead—Lucian—was still breathing.

That was what pissed him off the most.

He had tried so hard to control everything, to make sure Lucian was the one who paid the price. But somehow, it went wrong. Horribly wrong. And now Luke, the one person he didn’t even care about, was the one lying in the mortuary.

He punched the wall again, harder this time. Blood smeared across his knuckles, but he didn’t care.

His eyes flickered to his communicator rune. Yet there was no response from Gauss. That made it worse. It was like he was being played in his own game.

He had trusted Gauss to handle things quietly. But now? Now everything had spun out of control. He had disappeared and had stepped out of order.

Regret flickered in Klaus’s eyes, only for a second. But it was there.

Then it slowly disappeared, swallowed by rage.