The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 285: Her vision blurred

Chapter 285: Her vision blurred

"Qasima, you made a wrong move," Magnus said.

"Silence, Magnus," Qasima snapped, her lips curling into a sinister smirk. "I may be weakened, but my magic still holds power." She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent as she pressed the cold edge of the dagger against Magnus’s neck, drawing a thin line of blood on his pale skin.

"Alora, did you not hear me?" Qasima’s voice was sharp and commanding. She increased the pressure of the blade, causing Magnus to wince.

"Stop! Don’t hurt Magnus," Alora cried, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes. She took a hesitant step forward, her heart pounding in fear.

Qasima’s gaze remained locked on Magnus’s, her eyes reading his troubled expression with cruel satisfaction. "Then you must do as I say," she stated coldly. Her attention shifted to Alaric, who stood nearby.

"Alaric, go to Alora and cut her hand," Qasima ordered, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. She flicked her wrist, and a tiny flask appeared, floating through the air towards Alaric. He caught it, his hands shaking slightly as he looked from Qasima to Alora.

"Don’t do it, Alaric. Qasima won’t kill me," Magnus said.

"Don’t you want to live?" Qasima questioned him, her eyes narrowing. Blood dripped from the dagger onto the floor, the crimson droplets stark against the stone. "Alora is alive because of you. You two can lead a happy life," she asserted, her tone almost mocking.

Magnus glared at her, his jaw clenched. "You won’t keep us alive to lead a happy life. I’m not a fool, Qasima," he muttered, his words filled with defiance.

Alora recalled about the power to control. She focused her gaze on Qasima, who could do anything to her husband. Alora noticed the blood was already pooling down his neck, making her heart muscles tense.

Without hesitation, Alora ran to Alaric, snatching the flask from his trembling hands. "Alora, listen to me. You can’t do this," Magnus called out, his voice strained with pain and request.

But she didn’t listen. Her mind was set on saving him. "Brother Alaric, give me a dagger," she demanded with watery eyes.

Alaric shook his head, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "I don’t have one," he stated.

Izaak gazed at Alora, wondering if she had a certain plan in her mind. Seeing the determination in her eyes, he quickly approached her and handed her the dagger.

"Here, do it," he urged, his voice low but insistent.

Alora nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. She turned to face Qasima, her heart pounding in her chest. Drawing the dagger from its scabbard, she made a deliberate cut on her hand.

The sharp pain was immediate, but she didn’t flinch. The scent of her fresh blood filled the air, reaching Magnus’s nostrils and causing his pupils to dilate.

’Magnus, trust me. I’ll make sure Qasima dies today. You need to cooperate,’ she projected her thoughts, knowing Magnus would hear her.

"Fill the flask, Alora," Qasima said, looking at her bleeding hand.

Alora kept her gaze fixated on Magnus as she filled the flask with her blood. Once it was full, she pulled her hand away and sealed it with a wooden cork. "I’m done. Let go of my husband," she demanded.

Qasima’s eyes gleamed with triumph. "Hand over the flask first," she countered, her grip on the dagger tightening.

"First, you need to let go of Magnus," Alora insisted, her voice firm. ’I need to save him. My eyes should work now,’ she thought, focusing her gaze on Qasima’s hand that held the dagger.

As she concentrated, Qasima’s hand began to tremble involuntarily. Confusion flashed across Qasima’s face as she felt an unseen force pulling her hand away. Magnus seized the opportunity and, with a swift motion, pushed Qasima back, freeing himself from her grasp.

Qasima staggered, her eyes wide with shock. She tried to flee, but her movements were erratic and uncontrolled. She glanced down at her hand, realizing with horror that it was no longer under her control. "Stop that, Alora!" she screeched, her voice echoing through the forest. "I’m going to kill you all."

Magnus was at Alora’s side in an instant, his hands gripping her shoulders. "You did well. Let’s end this," he affirmed, his voice filled with resolve. Using his vampiric speed, he took Alora with him, and they halted right before Qasima, whom Izaak and Alaric had restrained by grabbing her arms.

Qasima struggled, her eyes blazing with fury. "Leave me!!!" She screamed and tried using her magic, but for some reason it stopped working.

Why? Why did it happen?

Alora leaned forward, her heart pounding, as Magnus’s sudden stop nearly threw her off balance. He steadied her and kept his hands on her shoulders.

"Look at me, Qasima," Alora said.

"N-no," Qasima’s voice trembled. Her body wasn’t in her control. She lifted her head involuntarily, and she finally locked her gaze with Alora’s eyes.

As their eyes connected, Qasima’s mind raced. She recalled the prophecy, a dark and ancient foretelling of destruction wielded by eyes like deep ocean blue. Alora’s eyes held that power—the power of the universe itself, capable of annihilation.

Qasima’s eyes widened in terror as she found herself staring into Alora’s once deep blue eyes, now glowing with a brilliant golden hue that seemed to radiate an intense, otherworldly power.

The air around them crackled with energy, and even the trees seemed to sway in response to the growing force.

Izaak and Alaric, instinctively pulled away and shielded their eyes, unable to withstand the blinding brilliance emanating from Alora. The golden light intensified that threatened to destroy everything in its path.

Qasima screamed in sheer agony as the radiant energy enveloped her, searing through her dark essence. Her own malevolent powers faltered in the face of Alora’s divine wrath. The screams stopped as Qasima was perished.

As the light began to diminish, Alora slumped forward, her entire body feeling drained and heavy with exhaustion. She took shallow, ragged breaths, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her composure.

A peculiar sensation washed over her, and she instinctively touched her face, only to find her fingers smeared with blood.

Her eyes stung, and she blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. Tears mingled with the blood trickling down her cheeks. Amidst that, a sense of relief washed over her as she realized the threat of Qasima was finally extinguished.

Magnus, sensing Alora’s weariness, moved swiftly to support her, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

"I feel so tired," she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her vision blurred, not able to see anything before her clearly.