---- world just because she thought Damien couldn't be hers? The weight of the entire world is on her shoulders and she was running away? Not anymore.

A fire of determination burns in her eyes as she closes them to see people crying, begging for their loved ones.

Little children crying beside the dead bodies of their parents.

These people still living with the hope of getting back their loved ones from the clutches of those monsters She is going to stand tall and proud.

She is going to fight and save as many lives as she could.

Maybe this was her lifepurpose.

Maybe this was why she was born...

and today onwards she will prove true to it.

Damien trusts her...and she will not let it waver.

She will make him proud...

even if it will be in her last breath Cleaning her tears, she throws aside the bag and stands infront of the mirror.

Nodding to herself, she stands tall.

A new fire has lighted in her eyes tonight ---- Chapter 503 and its not going to stop till she has returned this world to its original.

Death will come, one day or another.

But she will never cower to it.

She will make it worth it Princess Zariyan was right, its not the time to feel sorry or to let her emotions drag her down.

It's the time to get up, to be a hero and rise above all.noveldrama

---- Chapter 504 Zariyan pushed open the door to her dimly lit chamber, the flickering sconces in the hallway casting elongated shadows across the wooden floor.

She stepped inside and let the heavy coat slip from her shoulders, she was going to slip off her heels when she sensed it.

The room felt colder than it should, the air thick with an unspoken presence Her hand paused mid-motion.

Slowly, her gaze shifted, and her breath caught.

There he was.

Vincenzo.

Seated in the armchair by the window, legs sprawled apart, his posture screamed dominance.

One hand rested casually on the armrest, the other cradling a half-full glass of dark amber liquor.

His cold, calculating eyes glimmered in the faint ---- moonlight, locking onto hers like a predator catching its prey.

Maste- He didn't let her complete.

Where were you? he asked, his voice low but laced with authority.

Zariyans heart skipped, but she quickly masked her unease by dropping her eyes to the floor.

Her voice almost robotic Taking a stroll, she replied evenly, forcing a calmness she didn't feel He tilts his head, to stare more intently at her and she gulps.

Her palms turn clammy by her sides.

And then.

his lips curled into a smile that didnt reach his eyes and he gets up.

The glass hangs from his fingers as he closes the distance between them.

A stroll, he repeated, swirling the liquid in his glass.