Transmigrated Into a Cannon Fodder Phoenix, Stuck With the Ice Dragon-Chapter 141: The Bride Of The Leviathan

"Vivian!"

I rushed to her side the moment I saw her on the floor. She was crouched low, arms wrapped around herself, trembling as if something inside her was being torn apart.

"Seraphina..." Her hand reached for me, shaking badly. "It hurts. It’s too painful. It just... suddenly started hurting."

I grabbed her hand at once.

It was cold. Too cold.

"Where?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

She shook her head weakly. "I don’t know. Everywhere. My chest... my blood... it feels wrong."

Lucian, Auren, and Thalor were already at the doorway.

Vivian let out a broken gasp, her body curling even tighter. "I don’t want this. I don’t want to be a fairy. I never wanted to be one..." Her voice cracked. "I think this is my punishment."

My grip tightened around her hand.

"Nonsense. No one is punishing you," I said quickly, even as fear crept into my chest. "You didn’t do anything to deserve this."

But the air felt heavy, pressured, like deep water closing in.

Lucian’s gaze sharpened. "Thalor."

At the sound of his name, the room shuddered faintly, just for a heartbeat. The water in the glass by the bed rippled on its own.

Vivian screamed, louder this time, her fingers digging into my sleeve.

"Let me—" Thalor stepped forward and dropped to his knees beside her.

His hand hovered in the air, hesitating. "It shouldn’t be this painful, I didn’t finish it," he said hoarsely. "I didn’t speak the name."

The pain didn’t stop.

Vivian sobbed, her breath hitching, her body shaking as if the sea itself was pulling at her.

Auren moved closer and placed a steady hand on Thalor’s shoulder. "You said intent still carries weight, right?" he asked quietly. "Then what was your intention earlier?"

Thalor went still.

The room felt colder. Heavier.

"I wanted to know," he said after a long pause. "I wanted to confirm whether she is my bride or not."

My chest tightened painfully. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, unable to hide the panic in my voice. "What the hell did you just do to her?!"

Lucian stepped forward and pulled me into his arms, grounding me. "Thalor was trying to confirm his instinct," he said calmly. "And it seems Vivian may truly be his—"

"No—no, wait!" I pushed him away, my hands shaking. "I don’t want to hear this right now." My voice cracked. "Right now, I just want to know what’s happening and how to help her. She’s in pain!"

Vivian whimpered softly, curling in on herself again.

"How do you pull back the annulment, Thalor? Think," Auren urged, his voice firm but controlled.

"I am thinking!" Thalor snapped, anger and desperation bursting through at once.

The pressure in the room spiked.

Vivian cried out, her body jerking as if something invisible had tightened around her.

"Stop!" I shouted. "Yelling won’t help her!"

Thalor froze, breathing hard.

Lucian stepped in at once, placing a hand on Thalor’s shoulder. Ice crept along his fingers, not threatening, but steady and anchoring.

"Focus," he said quietly. "What binds you binds her. Calm your intent."

Thalor nodded.

Carefully, he lifted Vivian and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her with surprising gentleness. Warmth gathered around them, like deep water closing in to shield rather than drown.

"Listen," he whispered hoarsely to her ear, "I’ve pulled back the annulment. I stopped it." His voice softened. "You are still my wife."

Vivian’s sob caught in her throat.

Her shaking slowly eased, though her fingers still clutched at his clothes as if afraid to let go.

"I’m here," Thalor murmured. "I’m not rejecting you. I never meant to."

The crushing pressure in the room finally loosened.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Vivian was still hurting, but I could see that the pain was no longer tearing her apart.

"So..." I gulped hard, frustration tightening my chest. "If I understand this correctly... you were trying to confirm whether Vivian is your wife."

I looked straight at Thalor.

His eyes met mine, heavy with guilt.

"And you did that by rejecting her?" My voice trembled despite myself. "By causing that hellish pain inside her?"

A tear slipped from my eye before I even realized it had fallen.

Thalor stiffened.

"I didn’t know," he said hoarsely. "I never thought it would reach this far. I thought if she wasn’t the one, nothing would happen."

"You rejected her with a hundred percent of your instinct," I shot back, my voice shaking with anger. "And you thought that if she wasn’t the one, nothing would happen?"

My hands clenched at my sides.

"You don’t test something like that," I continued, the words burning their way out. "You don’t gamble with someone’s life just to satisfy a doubt."

My chest rose sharply as I forced myself not to curse him outright.

Vivian shifted weakly in his arms. She reached for his sleeve, her fingers trembling. "So... am I... a mer—"

She never finished.

Blood spurted from her mouth, splashing across Thalor’s cheek.

The room erupted into chaos.

Thalor froze, eyes wide and shaking, as if his body had forgotten how to move.

"Snap out of it!" Lucian shouted. "Lay her down on the bed—now!"

Thalor reacted at last, carefully lowering her onto the mattress, his hands unsteady.

Lucian turned sharply to me. "Ask Thorne to call the healer!"

I was already moving.

My heart pounded as I ran, one terrifying thought echoing in my head, if they couldn’t save her, I would. No one would stop me.

I skidded to a halt.

Behind me, I heard a faint voice, barely heard.

"Sera..."

I turned just in time to see Vivian lift her hand weakly into the air, fingers trembling as if the weight of the world rested on them.

"Seraphina..." she called again. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

I ran back to her side at once, dropping to my knees. "I’m here. I’m right here," I said, taking her hand before it could fall.

"If I don’t make it..." Vivian started, breathing hard, "Find the Oracles."

After that, she spurted another blood before closing her eyes.

"Vivian!"