The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 570: This will sting. I’m sorry

Kian, Asael, Cyrus and Isabella were all in the room, but Isabella paid none of them any attention. Her gaze stayed on Shelia’s broken body.

The sight made her chest tighten. Her friend no longer looked human. She looked like something dragged out of a grave.

Shelia’s skin was blistered, rotting in places, and peeling off in others. Her arms were thin to the bone, and the bone itself had melted and curved in unnatural shapes.

The smell was sharp and sour. Even the air felt contaminated around her.

Isabella stood frozen for a moment. She felt a slow anger rising from deep inside her. Her fists clenched until her nails dug into her palms. She forced herself to breathe, but each breath trembled with rage.

Zara. If I find you, I will make sure you are tormented to death.

Her thoughts were sharp, cold, and merciless.

She felt her eyes sting. Cyrus stepped forward at once, sensing her emotions before she could hide them.

"You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Isabella. I will help you."

His voice was soft and gentle. He hated seeing Isabella in pain.

Isabella’s lips curved slightly. Even now, he was the most careful with her.

"I can do it," she said. Her tone was steady. She pulled away from Cyrus’s comforting touch. "You can all leave. I’ll start now."

Cyrus hesitated, but one look at her determined expression made him step back.

Normally he would try to help her, but he also understood that this was really important for Isabella so he did not offer himself.

But he also knew that if Isabella needed he urgently she would immediately call out to him.

So he simply nodded silently.

Kian paused for a moment his eyes going from Shelia to Isabella before he also nodded silently.

Asael met Isabella’s eyes for a moment before lowering his head. They all left one by one.

When the door closed, the room fell silent.

Isabella slowly exhaled. The smell of rot was stronger in the quiet. She forced herself not to flinch. She walked to Shelia and pulled the last remaining cloth away from her body. The fabric stuck to the wounds, but Isabella peeled it off gently.

Shelia lay bare on the stone bed. Her chest rose weakly. She was still alive, but barely.

Isabella reached for the materials she had gathered from the Mountain. She placed each ingredient on the floor beside her. The sight of them steadied her nerves.

Moonpetal Lily. Ashvine Root. Firemoss. Silent Nectar. Ghostshade Bark. Redstone Powder.

She had climbed the cursed mountain for all of them. She had almost died more than once. She had fought the wind, the snow, the illusions and monsters.

But seeing Shelia now, Isabella knew the climb had been nothing compared to this moment.

She knelt on the stone floor and opened the small pouch of Redstone Powder. It shimmered faintly under the firelight.

"Step one," she whispered. "Prepare the circle."

Isabella cleared the space around Shelia. She dipped her fingers into the red powder and began drawing the sun and moon symbol on the floor, her hands steady. Each line glowed faintly as she traced it. When the circle was complete, she placed Shelia gently in the center.

The ritual required the girl to be fully naked. It symbolized a rebirth, a body returned to its beginning. It hurt Isabella to expose her friend in such a vulnerable state, but there was no choice.

She took a deep breath.

"Let’s begin."

She picked up the Firemoss. It was warm in her palm, almost too warm. She placed a small piece near Shelia’s throat, then lit it carefully with a spark from a stone.

Bright red smoke curled upward. Slowly, it crept into Shelia’s open mouth.

Shelia’s body jerked violently for a moment. Isabella held her shoulders down and waited. The smoke was meant to burn away infected flesh inside the throat and lungs. It was the most painful part of the ritual, even for someone unconscious.

Shelia coughed weakly, blood splattering on the stone.

Isabella didn’t look away.

"Good. Get it out," she murmured.

When the Firemoss finished burning, Isabella moved to the next step.

Moonpetal Lily.

The petals glowed softly in her palm. She crushed them delicately, mixing them with mountain dew in a small wooden bowl. The liquid shimmered with faint white light.

Isabella dipped her fingers into the mixture and spread it over Shelia’s skin. Everywhere that was bruised. Everywhere that was rotting. Everywhere that was gone.

Shelia’s skin reacted instantly. It bubbled in some places and smoothed in others. Isabella continued rubbing, not missing a single inch.

"This will sting. I’m sorry," she whispered.

Shelia’s body twitched. A low whimper escaped her lips. Isabella’s heart tightened, but she didn’t stop until every part of Shelia’s skin glowed with a faint white light.

Next was the Ashvine Root.

She crushed the root and mixed it with moon water. The paste turned dark purple. It smelled sharp, like something wild.

She held the bowl over Shelia’s joints. Then she began pouring the mixture over them one by one.

As she did, she recited the chant.

Her voice was steady. Calm. Clear. If she misspoke even once, Shelia’s bones would twist into a shape no healer could fix. Isabella spoke carefully, letting each word vibrate in her chest.

Shelia screamed when the paste touched her joints. It was a raw, broken sound. Isabella didn’t flinch. She tightened her grip on Shelia’s arm and continued the chant until the bowl was empty.

The room felt colder after that.

Isabella wiped her hands on a cloth. She reached for the Silent Nectar, the most dangerous ingredient of all.

The small bead of nectar sat in a tiny ice bowl. It glowed faintly blue.

Isabella lifted the bowl to Shelia’s lips.

"Please hold on," she whispered.

She tilted the bowl. The nectar touched Shelia’s tongue.

Shelia’s body convulsed violently. Her back arched. Her fingers curled. Her eyes rolled under their lids. Isabella grabbed her shoulders and held her down with all her strength.

Shelia’s breathing was ragged. Her chest rose and fell in painful bursts.

The nectar healed the internal organs, but it came with unbearable agony. Isabella waited until Shelia finally relaxed. It felt like hours, though only moments had passed.

The next step was the most delicate.

Ghostshade Bark.