The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 684

Chapter 684: The Great War (IV)

[Third Person].

At the same time, a new presence entered the battlefield.

It did not arrive loudly or tear through the chaos with force. But those closest to it felt the shift immediately—a familiarity that did not belong to the war.

Rosalie stepped onto the battlefield. She moved without urgency, yet nothing obstructed her path.

The chaos seemed to part around her out of instinct. Her gaze was fixed ahead, unwavering, as though everything else around her simply did not matter.

And then, she called out, "Estella." Her voice carried weight, enough to cut through the noise, through the fighting, and through everything.

Estella stilled. Her body went rigid for a brief moment. Then, slowly, she turned. For the first time since the war began, something unguarded—shock—flickered across her face.

"...Mother?"

The word came out quieter than anything she had spoken that day.

Around them, the battlefield did not fully slow, the tension shifting as attention began to pull toward the two figures now facing each other.

Confusion crossed both Meredith’s and Draven’s faces as they saw the woman who was supposed to be at home, crying her eyes out.

Wasn’t that what the old lady had told them?

"How did she—" Meredith began, her voice low.

On the other side, Draven was also curious as his gaze followed his mother.

Rosalie calmly stepped closer, her gaze steady despite everything surrounding them. "That’s enough," she said. "End this."

Estella stared at her, something unreadable moving beneath her expression. "You are alive."

"I am, daughter, so this war has to end now," Rosalie replied.

A faint, almost disbelieving laugh escaped Estella, and she shook her head slowly. "Do you even know why I started this?"

"I do. You wanted revenge for me... for what I endured in Randall’s hands," Rosalie said gently.

Estella’s expression flickered as silence stretched between them for a brief moment.

Then Estella spoke. "He is dead." Her tone grew colder as she continued. "My men found him outside Stormveil’s borders and brought him to me. I killed him myself."

The words settled heavily in the air.

Meredith’s eyes widened slightly while Draven’s expression hardened before shifting to indifference.

Rosalie closed her eyes briefly, as though absorbing the weight of it, then opened them again.

"Then it’s over. There is nothing left to fight for," she said quietly.

Estella’s gaze darkened. "No, it isn’t," she said.

Her eyes shifted briefly to Meredith, then back to her mother. "This doesn’t end until they’re gone. Every last one of them," she added, her voice sharp with finality.

"Estella, please stop this," Rosalie said, a warning now threading through her tone.

"Then, come with me," Estella said suddenly. "Leave this place and come back home with me. That’s all I want."

Rosalie’s expression softened slightly, but only for a moment. "No. Stormveil is my home now," she said. "I must enjoy everything Randall took from me for years."

Something in Estella’s expression snapped. Her face hardened, all softness vanishing in an instant.

"Then you leave me no choice... mother."

Then, she turned sharply and commanded, "Continue the attack!"

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The battlefield surged back to life the moment Estella’s command rang out, carrying a more personal weight this time.

Vampires advanced with renewed aggression, their movements sharper, more deliberate, driven not just by command but by fury.

The Human soldiers who were disarmed fell on the field, one after the other, as the battle caught up with them.

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