The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 688

**TITLE: Kept Woman 688**
**Chapter 688: The Return of Hell**

“Ms. Hall,” Orren replied with a lightness that barely masked the tension simmering beneath the surface.

Arwen narrowed her gaze, suspicion flaring in her eyes. “You’ve been bringing her up a lot lately. What are you hiding from me?”

He clicked his tongue, feigning innocence. “Hiding? Me? Never.”

“Right, I absolutely believe you,” she shot back, the sarcasm dripping from her words. “But seriously, you’ve changed since she visited. Oh my God, do you have a crush on her?”

“A crush? Please, she’s way out of my league! I just want to check out the Blazing Sun Alliance she keeps raving about and see what all the fuss is about.”

“Wow, look at you! My little brother is all grown up,” Arwen teased, a playful gleam in her eyes. “You know what? I’ll have a word with Solan. I’ll see if there’s any way for you to go visit her.”

“You would really do that for me?” he asked, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest.

“Why not? Ms. Hall did reach out to us about establishing trade. You’d be the perfect ambassador for the job,” she said, flashing him a cheeky grin as she reached for the door. Yet, as her fingers brushed against the cool metal, a moment of hesitation washed over her.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

“He won’t mind at all! Solan adores you!”

With a determined push, Orren swung the door open, only to be met by a dark blur that barreled into Arwen, knocking her off balance.

The air was suddenly filled with a guttural roar, followed by a sickening crunch that made Orren’s stomach churn.

His eyes widened in horror as crimson droplets sprayed across his face, a gruesome testament to the violence unfolding before him.

Arwen’s throat had been brutally torn apart.

He thought it was impossible for the situation to worsen, but his gaze landed on the creature responsible for the carnage.

Solan.

“Grah!”

Solan had transformed into something monstrous, a shadow of the man he once was.

He had Arwen pinned beneath him, viciously tearing into her flesh, ripping away sinew and muscle with a ferocity that made Orren’s heart race with terror.

The sound of Solan’s teeth grinding against her bones echoed in Orren’s ears, each snap and clack a reminder of the horror unfolding.

His vision blurred, a gray haze clouding his senses as he mechanically turned to confront the ghastly scene.

Then, the weight of reality crashed down on him, a crushing blow that left him reeling.

Solan had succumbed to the darkness, a mindless zombie.

“Arwen!” Orren screamed, his voice raw with desperation as he lunged forward, fists clenched, striking Solan’s skull with all his might.

“Solan, come back to us! That’s my sister! She’s your wife! It’s Arwen! Please, you have to fight this!”

“Agh!”

In the end, it was only when Orren’s fists had rendered Solan’s head into a pulpy mess that the horror finally ceased.

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