Infinite System Inheritor Return From The Abyss - Chapter 479

479: Chapter 477: Please no 479: Chapter 477: Please no As soon as Lauren wrapped her fingers around the dagger’s hilt, the cold metal pulsed in her hand, and in a blink, the endless white world disappeared.

She didn’t even feel herself falling, but suddenly, she was no longer in the strange place filled with weapons.

Lauren stood frozen in the broken hallway of the academy, the smell of burning wood and blood filling her nose, her eyes darting around as if trying to understand what she was seeing, what she was feeling.

But the moment she saw the cracked walls, the collapsed ceiling, and the scattered belongings of students something inside her started to ache deeply, something that told her this wasn’t just a nightmare or a vision, it was something real, something happening right now.

Her footsteps echoed as she walked slowly and she didn’t know how or why she was there only that her feet were moving on their own, that her heart was pounding louder with every step.

“White Moon Academy?” she whispered to herself, her voice shaking.

“What am I doing here…?” Her eyes scanned the place, and with every glance, the fear grew there were claw marks on the walls, trails of blood leading to dark corners.

The sounds of distant screams reached her ears, faint, like echoes fading away but she couldn’t move faster, she felt like something was holding her bacK.

Then she passed by a window, and her eyes widened in horror as the screen hanging outside flickered to life, revealing a live broadcast, and on it was the name of the place she was in.

White Moon Academy, followed by chaotic footage of gates opening one after another, black smoke spilling out as monsters rushed into the academy, students and teachers fighting for their lives.

And in that moment, Lauren’s knees weakened as she realized this wasn’t a memory, this wasn’t the past this was happening right now.

“No…” she whispered,  She turned, eyes wide with panic, and ran.

“I have to find Nathan and Elshienne,” she said to herself.

“Where are my children?” She ran through the halls, her form passing through fallen chairs and debris like smoke, and with every turn, she saw more signs of battle blasts scorched into the floor, shattered weapons, frozen statues of students struck by something but she couldn’t stop, she needed to find them, she needed to make sure they were alright.

Then she entered a room, and everything stopped.

Her heart dropped.

There, on the cold floor, lay Elshienne, her short black hair soaked in blood, her face pale and still, as if she had fallen asleep and never woken up.

Beside her, Nathan’s body was crumpled, his sword snapped in half near his hand, his lifeless eyes staring at the broken ceiling above him, and there was no movement, no breath, just silence.

Lauren fell to her knees, shaking.

“No… no, no, no…” she cried, her voice breaking as she reached out to touch them, her hands passing through their cold skin like mist, and that’s when it hit her She couldn’t touch them, she couldn’t hold them, she couldn’t save them.

“They were just children…” she whispered, tears pouring down her face.

“My babies… my sweet babies…” Then suddenly she’s standing in front of their house the same one she had left this morning.

Everything from the flowers in the garden to the slippers near the door.

Her heart started to beat fast, her clothes is soaking in Blood.

“No…” She stepped inside, calling out, “John?

Ahye?” hoping for her husband or daughter to respond, but the house was too quiet.

Then she saw her husband, Jonathan, lying in the living room.

At first, she thought he was asleep, but when she rushed to him, his body was cold.

Blood stained his shirt, and his eyes were open but lifeless.

Her breath caught in her throat as panic began to rise.

“No… no, no, no, this isn’t real…” Her hands shook as she picked up her daughter’s favorite stuffed toy from the floor.

It was soaked in blood.

She ran to the next room and there, her five-year-old daughter lay motionless on the bed small, pale, and unmoving.

Her face looked peaceful, like she had just gone to sleep, but Lauren knew.

She screamed, dropping to her knees, crying and begging her to wake up, to open her eyes, to say “Mama” again but the little girl never moved.

Her vision blurred with tears.

“No…No…

P-Please what’s going on” Lauren carried Ahye in her arms, her hands trembling and her breath unsteady.

Blood stained her clothes, and her knees gave in the moment she saw Jonathan again.

She stumbled forward, cradling Ahye tightly as if afraid she’d disappear if she let go.

And then the screen lit up.

BREAKING NEWS  “This just in – a brutal attack has occurred inside White Moon Academy.

Multiple casualties have been confirmed, including students and staff.

Among the dead… two named individuals have just been identified: Nathan, age 18, and Elshienne, age 18, both students at the academy.” “No…” Lauren’s scream pierced the silence.

She shoved herself away and crawled toward the screen like it would let her hold them again.

“Elshienne!

Nathan!” She cried louder, her whole body shaking.

“I just made Elshienne tea this morning… I told Nathan to bring his scarf… They were fine!

They were fine!!” Suddenly, everything shifted.

The living room faded, the weight of Ahye in her arms, the smell of blood and smoke all of it vanished.

Lauren blinked, and she was in the middle of a dark, unfamiliar forest.

Trees towered around her, The ground was damp, the cold air thick with mist.

Her knees gave out without warning, hitting the forest floor with a soft, broken thud.

She couldn’t move.

Couldn’t breathe.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed from the inside.

“No… no more,” she whispered, her voice cracked, barely audible over the wind.

“M-Mom…” It was faint, Barely a whisper But she heard it.

Her eyes widened.

“No… please no-” She scrambled to her feet, her hands clutching her chest as she ran, stumbling through the woods, branches scratching her arms and face, the fog thick like smoke in her lungs.

She followed the voice, praying it wasn’t real, begging that it wasn’t what she feared.

And then she saw him.

“Seojun!!” Her scream tore through the forest, louder than the wind, louder than anything she had ever cried out before.

She ran to the body on the ground-her son, Seojun, lying there, still.

A divine weapon was pierced straight through his chest, blood pooling beneath him, soaking into the dirt.

“No!

No no no no!

Seojun!” she sobbed as she fell to her knees, crawling the last few steps before cupping his pale cheeks with her trembling hands.

Her fingers shook uncontrollably, stained with his blood, her breaths short and panicked.

“Seojun… my baby… look at me, please, open your eyes, please… say something…” But he didn’t speak.

His lips moved just slightly, no sound came.

His eyes fluttered, unfocused.

“No… not you too… I just… I just lost them and now you?!” she cried, her voice cracking from grief.

“You can’t leave me, you hear me?

You’re strong, you always have been!

You survived everything… you always do!” Her forehead leaned against his, her tears dripping onto his face.

“I wasn’t there… I wasn’t there for any of you…” she whispered, choking on her sobs.

“What kind of mother am I?” Lauren broke.

She screamed, cried, begged her heart tearing apart inside her chest.

Everything felt too real.