Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: True or False (Special Chapter)

The night was cold, and the weight of the world hung heavy over Riezekiel Mors and his team.

They had spent countless hours navigating the treacherous terrain of The Forgotten Ravine, pushing their limits to retrieve what had been tasked to them.

They had already overcome so many obstacles, unpredictable weather, dangerous creatures, and the overwhelming sense of dread that came with being in a place so forsaken.

But none of that compared to the dark forces they would soon awaken.

Their mission had started simple enough, retrieve the Nether Fire, a flame capable of burning everything the user wished to destroy.

It was a weapon, an invaluable resource, and a tool coveted by the academy.

Alongside the fire, they were instructed to retrieve an ancient whip, a relic buried in the tomb next to the fire’s resting place.

They had succeeded. The fire was contained, and the whip was secured, relics of untold power in their hands.

But there was something wrong, something none of them had predicted.

As they entered the tomb, Richmond Mors, Riezekiel’s twin brother, had come across something he should have left untouched.

Hidden deep within the tomb’s dark recesses was a rare, glowing stone, its energy pulsing as though it were alive.

Richmond, ever the curious one, had picked it up, unaware of the disaster it would bring.

The moment his fingers made contact with the stone, the ground trembled, and the air itself seemed to grow thick, suffocating.

The tomb’s walls closed in, and a loud, ominous growl reverberated through the darkness.

A monstrous force had been awakened, and the team, once confident in their success, now found themselves trapped.

Monsters, the likes of which no one had ever seen, poured from the tomb’s entrance, vicious, relentless, and hungry for the lives of those who dared to disturb their slumber.

The team fought valiantly, their weapons clashing with the beasts, each strike in a desperate attempt to stay alive.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, the roar of beasts, and the screams of their comrades.

They fought until their strength began to fail. And still, the monsters kept coming.

It was chaos. A nightmarish blur of claws, teeth, and the relentless weight of the enemy pushed them further into the Ravine.

And through it all, Richmond remained by his brother’s side, fighting with a ferocity that matched Riezekiel’s own.

But despite their strength, despite their resolve, fate had other plans.

As the battle wore on, Riezekiel and his team were forced to retreat. But the monsters were not willing to let them escape.

And as the last light of the dying sun bled across the horizon, they found a brief moment of respite beside a peaceful lake. It was a rare moment of stillness, a quiet before the storm.

But that stillness was shattered when the rare stone Richmond had collected began to pulse with an unnatural glow.

At that moment, a shadow crossed the lake, a mythical demon beast, larger than anything they had faced.

Its eyes were a sickly yellow, its claws longer than swords, and its presence was suffocating. It descended upon them with terrifying speed.

The monsters that had once hunted them now seemed like nothing in comparison. The demon beast was a force of nature, unstoppable and ancient.

The battle that followed was brutal. Three members of the team fell. Richmond’s brother, Riezekiel, was one of them.

The twin who had fought by his side through every challenge, the brother who had shared every victory and every defeat, was torn apart before Richmond could even comprehend what had happened.

The demon beast’s jaws were too fast, too powerful. In an instant, Riezekiel was gone, leaving only the wreckage of a life once lived.

Richmond, paralyzed by shock, stood frozen in place. He didn’t see his brother fall. He didn’t see the moment that his twin’s life was extinguished.

The pain of the loss was too much to process, and before he could even mourn, the world around him began to fade.

In the chaos, Richmond disappeared. No one knew where he went. He vanished into the Ravine, swallowed by the darkness.

And when the survivors were finally rescued by the academy, Richmond was nowhere to be found.

Ahcehera, the only other survivor of the team, had been gravely wounded but still alive. She and two other team members were rescued, but the damage had already been done.

The survivors were rushed back to the academy, where they were treated for their injuries.

However, it was too late for the others, both died shortly after, their bodies succumbing to the damage they had suffered.

But Ahcehera remained. Her body, battered and broken, was kept alive, her wounds tended to.

Yet something far more sinister had happened. When she woke, she was not the woman she once was. Her memories were gone, erased as if someone had taken a knife to her mind.

In her place was a shell, a woman who could no longer remember the friends and comrades she had lost.

She could not even recall the horrors she had faced. The only thing that remained was a sense of loss, an emptiness that refused to be filled.

And then, she was hypnotized.

The academy, aware of the truth, yet unwilling to let the truth come to light, had altered her memories.

They implanted false memories, a lie to cover up the failure of the mission.

The events surrounding Riezekiel’s death and the disappearance of Richmond were twisted, buried beneath layers of fabricated truth.

Ahcehera would remember, someday, but by then, it would be too late.

As for Richmond, his name was erased. His role in the mission, the failure, and the loss of life were erased from every record.

While Riezekiel’s name, once tied to the Mors family, was gone, his memory was a shadow in the academy’s halls.

And in the wake of Richmond’s disappearance, only Ahcehera remained as the last living witness to the horrors they had faced.

But even she was a prisoner to the lies.

The academy’s deceitful manipulation had sealed the truth, and now, the last living person who knew what had truly happened in the Ravine was left with nothing but a fractured mind and a broken spirit.

As she awoke from the coma, her mind full of false memories and dreams, she could not know the weight of the past that had been stolen from her.

And as time passed, it seemed that her memories would remain locked away forever, sealed by the hands that had taken everything from her.

She would never know the truth. Not until the time came, if it ever did.