Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start? - Chapter 348

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As Sylva’s voice dripped with allure and manipulation, Madelyn’s gaze grew increasingly unfocused. Gradually, it seemed she was forgetting everything. But even as her memories were about to be erased by Sylva’s dark magic, fragments of moments with Owen kept surfacing.

She forgot much, but every detail of her time with Owen remained unerasable.

Sylva frowned, surprised at how stubbornly Madelyn clung to these memories. It was rare, but she had encountered such cases before.

With a slight wave of her fingers, Sylva manipulated invisible threads, preparing to alter Madelyn’s memories directly.

In Madelyn’s mind, visions appeared of a life with Owen—of sweet scenes from their marriage, of playful moments, of their honeymoon.

Each memory was beautiful, filled with joy.

Observing this, Sylva shook her head, muttering, “Owen truly does have a way with women.”

“What a foolish girl, so deeply infatuated with Owen that it’s become an obsession—she won’t let go…”

Sylva attempted to use memory alteration to erase Madelyn’s cherished memories, filling the void with fabricated happiness in a final effort to gain control.

Yet no matter how many times she tried, Madelyn’s altered memories seemed to revert back.

“If I can’t control her, I’ll destroy her.”

With a sigh of regret, Sylva conjured a magical blade in her palm, crafted from translucent crystal and swirling with terrifying energy.

Before anyone could react, Sylva drove the blade into Madelyn’s heart!

Hot blood spurted into the air.

Madelyn’s chest was pierced straight through, her lifeblood pouring from the wound.

Heavily wounded, her aura instantly weakened.

And as Sylva’s blade penetrated her heart, blood-red raindrops began to fall from the sky.

The mages around stared in stunned disbelief, their expressions shifting to shock and horror.

Could it be that Lady Madelyn was dead?

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

But the truth was undeniable.

Rachel, Stanley, and the Azure Kingdom’s mages were all frozen in shock, desperately searching for signs this was an illusion.

But the reality was clear—Sylva had killed Lady Madelyn with a dagger!

How could this have happened?

Rachel’s body felt weak, her senses entirely focused on Madelyn.

But Madelyn’s aura, instead of strengthening under her attention, was vanishing rapidly.

In a single breath, it was as if Madelyn had never existed in this world.

Panic-stricken, Rachel prepared to rush toward Madelyn, hoping to pull her from the dark elf’s clutches and heal her with potions.

Madelyn was her closest friend!

She… she couldn’t be gone like this!

“Wait!”

Just as Rachel was about to move, Leslie stopped her.

Rachel froze, glaring at Leslie with fury. “It’s one thing if you won’t help, but why stop me?”

“Do you really want Madelyn to die?”

Her voice rang with anger.

Just then, snow-like flakes began to drift down from the sky, dancing in the air.

But when Rachel touched one, her pupils shrank; these “snowflakes” bore an eerie, dual sensation of freezing cold and searing heat, as if trapped in a realm of fire and ice.

The unusual phenomenon intensified, and their anxiety grew, yet Leslie remained calm, looking at them with a cold expression.

“Stand back. Madelyn is fine,” Leslie commanded.

The others, including Stanley, were baffled.

They had long known of the Empress’s cold demeanor.

But Madelyn was her sister—why was she so indifferent?

Just as their confusion grew, they noticed the strange scene in the sky changing.

Amid the hellish ash-like snowflakes, countless blood-red spirits howled and surrounded Madelyn as if welcoming their queen.

Some finally realized what was happening and gasped.

“Lady Madelyn has awakened!”

“It looks like her Blood Eye has evolved into the fabled Death Calamity!”

“That white ash must be the Cinder of the Underworld!”

As soon as they spoke, everything turned crimson. An oppressive atmosphere of madness and slaughter permeated the air, filling every corner of the battlefield.

Sylva’s brow furrowed, sensing that something was wrong.

She felt a vague sense of dread but couldn’t pinpoint why.

Just then, an echoing laugh, as if from the depths of a bottomless hell, resonated through the air.

The sound filled every mage’s body with boiling blood, and their eyes were etched with blood-red patterns.

Sylva felt her own blood heating up and finally realized what was happening.

The undead’s cheers—this was a sign of the Death Calamity’s emergence!

She now understood that Madelyn was the Death Calamity.

Legends spoke of the Death Calamity as a terrifying being who ruled over slaughter and suffering, wielding immense authority.

But due to its immense power, the Death Calamity had not manifested for countless ages.

Yet here she was, the very Madelyn she thought she had slain!

In trying to kill her, Sylva had inadvertently triggered her awakening.

Realizing this, Sylva’s entire body trembled as she stared at Madelyn in horror.

Under her frightened gaze, Madelyn, her body bathed in blood, looked back with icy eyes.

Madelyn’s skin grew pale, as if coated in white frost.

Her once dark hair now turned a ghostly white.

She opened her eyes slowly, revealing pale flowers deep within her gaze.

Sylva stared at Madelyn’s cold expression, seeing a mix of mockery and pity.

It was as if Madelyn had never been under her control.

But how was that possible?

Moments ago, she had controlled Madelyn’s memories, plunging her into an endless dream from which she’d never escape.

Madelyn should have been her puppet forever!

Yet it now seemed Madelyn had never truly been ensnared in that dream.

“I should thank you,” Madelyn said coolly. “Without you, I would’ve been unable to let go of my lingering regrets. Thanks to you, I’ve finally completed my awakening.”

Sylva trembled, her teeth chattering as though she’d fallen into the icy depths of hell. “No! You were trapped in that dream—how could you have woken up?”

Madelyn responded indifferently:

“A dream is still just a dream, and eventually, we wake up. I refuse to live in such an illusion. I want my brother’s true recognition.”

To Madelyn, Owen was the most important person in her life.

She had long regretted abandoning the promise made in the martial contest.

She had always hoped to earn Owen’s approval.

But after witnessing her sister’s relationship with Owen, she’d buried these feelings.

Now, with Sylva’s manipulation, she had faced her inner desires and her truest aspirations.

She finally understood her purpose.

As Sylva’s aura waned, Madelyn pulled the magical blade from her chest, grayish-white blood spilling from the wound.

The wound closed instantly, and a chilling smile crossed her lips.

“Now, let’s see my newfound power!”

Sylva, utterly stunned by Madelyn’s transformation, gaped as the unmistakable aura of death swept over her.