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Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Memory merge- The truth of past life
"Nothing, I’m fine!" Kyra said quickly, trying to hide her face. "I just need some fresh air."
Without another word, she turned and fled, her face hidden by her hands as she ran out. Damon and Lucas watched her go, both puzzled and worried about her sudden and intense reaction.
Kyra ran into her room, her cheeks as red as a tomato. She jumped onto her bed, burying her face in the pillows.
"You’re so bad," Kyra muttered.
"No we’re. Now that we’re alone, we should merge our memories," the voice suddenly said, causing Kyra to look up at the ceiling.
"How much time will it take?" Kyra asked.
"An hour or so," the voice replied.
Kyra nodded. "Better get it over with soon."
Without warning, she felt her brain start spinning, a dizzying sensation overwhelming her senses. The room seemed to blur and tilt, and before she could react, she fainted, succumbing to the overwhelming process of merging memories.
Beastworld was a planet similar to Earth but much larger, teeming with diverse landscapes and ecosystems. Its creation was an extraordinary event, born from the collision of two planets during a paranormal activity.
This collision brought together the best elements of both worlds, giving birth to a new and unique environment. The cosmic accident was not just a random occurrence but a carefully orchestrated event by the Beastgod, the divine creator of Beastworld.
The Beastgod, a powerful and compassionate entity, had a profound love for animals. Witnessing the suffering and extinction of many species on other planets, the Beastgod decided to create a sanctuary where animals could thrive. This sanctuary was Beastworld.
But the Beastgod didn’t stop there. To ensure that these animals could live harmoniously and protect their world, the Beastgod created the Beastmen—intelligent beings with the ability to shift between human and animal forms.
To protect the world, special creatures known as Frostlyn were born. They had healing powers and the ability to control ice and thunder, making them essential guardians for other beasts. Frostlyns were like angels sent by the Beastgod, each assigned to different areas to protect and maintain balance in the world.
However, some greedy Beastmen started hunting Frostlyns to obtain the World Key.
The World Key was a powerful artifact created by the Beastgod. It granted immense abilities, not only bestowing superpowers but also significantly increasing strength.
This greed and desire for power threatened the peace and harmony that the Beastgod had envisioned for Beastworld.
Each Frostlyn angels was killed brutally because of their trust and kindness. The last survivor was Kyra, who knew the secret of the World Key. Because of this, many powerful greedy Beastmen were hunting for Kyra to obtain the World Key.
But there was an even greater threat: the evil force known as the Ghost Eye group. This group had been turning Beastmen into evil spirits and creating half-human, half-spirit hybrids, along with some unknown beasts.
There was a more powerful force behind this organization, and if they were not stopped in time, every creature in the world would face a dead end.
"And it’s already been a million years since I regained my consciousness. I’m afraid they’re already prepared, and we have to fight for freedom," she heard the voice in her head again.
Kyra felt numb as she saw flashback of her beast running through a dark forest.
*Flashback*
"You can’t escape," a dark shadow hissed, its voice cold and terrifying, as it chased Kyra through the eerie, dark forest.
The air was thick with a sinister energy, and the trees seemed to close in around her, their twisted branches reaching out like skeletal fingers.
Kyra’s beast form was swift, her paws pounding against the forest floor as she raced through the underbrush. But the shadows were relentless, their dark auras glowing ominously as they closed the distance. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a frantic plea for survival.
"Stop!" another shadow commanded, its voice sending shivers down her spine.
She pushed herself harder, desperation giving her speed, but the forest seemed to conspire against her.
Roots and branches snagged at her fur, slowing her down. The shadows multiplied, their figures flickering in and out of the darkness, always just a step behind.
Ahead, she saw a clearing and a fleeting hope surged through her. But as she burst into the open, she found herself surrounded.
The shadows had anticipated her move, and now they encircled her, their dark forms pulsating with an eerie, glowing light from the weird strange stones they held.
"End of the line, Frostlyn," one of the shadows sneered, its eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
Kyra growled, baring her teeth, her heart a mix of fear and defiance. She lunged at the nearest shadow, but it moved with unnatural speed, dodging her attack. The others closed in, their stones emitting a blinding light that disoriented her. She tried to fight, her claws slashing through the air, but the shadows were relentless. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
They struck her with the stones, each blow sending waves of agony through her body. The light from the stones burned her fur and seared her skin. She roared in pain, but her cries were swallowed by the oppressive darkness.
"Give up," a shadow hissed, its voice echoing in her ears. "You cannot win."
Kyra’s vision blurred, and she stumbled, her strength waning. The shadows didn’t relent, their strikes growing more vicious. They beat her until she could no longer stand, her body crumpling to the ground. She could feel her life slipping away, the world around her growing dim.
In her final moments, memories of her life flashed before her eyes—her friends, her purpose.
Tears mingled with the blood and dirt on her face as she realized she couldn’t protect them anymore. She felt a deep sorrow, a heartbreaking sense of failure.
"Why...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The shadows laughed, their voices a chilling symphony of cruelty. "Because power is all that matters," one of them said. "And now, the key is ours."
With a final, shuddering breath, Kyra’s eyes closed, and her body went still.
However, the shadows, in their triumphant arrogance, didn’t realize one crucial detail.
The life force of a Frostlyn was intricately tied to the secret of the World Key. As Kyra’s last breath left her body, a hidden mechanism was triggered. The secret of the door to the World Key was sealed, forever lost.
*Flashback end*
