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Chapter 59 – The Seer’s Omen
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Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 121: The Crown Must Fall
The Witch Queen descended like a storm cloaked in silk and fury.Elara stood her ground as the ravens dispersed into smoke behind the silver-armored woman, each flap of their wings leaving sparks of ancient magic in the air. The Queen’s silver eyes locked onto Elara’s—not in recognition, not in blood-bound reunion, but in challenge.“You broke the seal,” the Queen said, voice smooth and cutting. “The Rift has chosen you.”Vesper stepped in front of Elara, protective. “And who exactly gave you permission to descend from your dead throne?”The Queen tilted her head. “Still full of teeth, Vesper Moretti. But this is not your war anymore. It never was.”Elara moved beside him. “Then whose is it?”The Queen’s lips curled into something resembling a smile. “Yours, if you have the stomach to claim it. The crown has survived centuries by shackling women like us. I tried to burn it. I failed. But you, child… you’re already bleeding for it.”Kael drew closer, tense. “You want to help her? Or us
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 120: The Girl Who Jumped Into Fate
The Rift swallowed her whole. There was no up or down. No light. No breath. Just a rush of energy so powerful it tore at her soul like claws dragging through silk. Elara’s scream died in her throat. Her body wasn’t falling—it was unraveling. Memories flashed like lightning: her mother’s voice whispering lullabies, her father’s hand on her shoulder the day he told her of the prophecy, Vesper’s lips on her neck, Kael’s voice cracking when he begged her to stay. Then… silence. Until she opened her eyes. She stood barefoot in a place that didn’t exist—a void wrapped in starlight, the sky above cracked with glowing fissures of gold. The ground pulsed under her feet, alive with memories not hers. “Welcome, Blood of the First Flame,” a voice said. She turned. Before her stood a woman cloaked in fire and shadow. Her face was familiar… too familiar. “Elira?” Elara whispered. “No,” the woman replied. “I am what Elira used to be. Before she broke the balance.” Elara’s heartbeat slowe
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 119: Throne of Ruin
The temple doors slammed shut behind Elara with a bone-shaking finality.The scent of ancient magic thickened in her lungs—earth, blood, ash. Elira walked ahead of her, steps light as if this ruinous place had always belonged to her.And maybe it had.Torches burst to life on either side of the carved stone corridor. They didn’t burn with fire—but with the eerie silver-blue light of corrupted magic. The walls whispered with forgotten voices. Elara’s pulse beat louder with every step she took.“You don’t have to be afraid,” Elira said without turning. “This place recognizes you. It remembers your blood.”“I’m not afraid,” Elara lied.A smile flickered across Elira’s lips. “Good. You’ll need that bravery soon.”They entered the sanctum—a vast chamber beneath the earth. At its center stood a throne, jagged and unfinished, carved from obsidian and bone. Symbols pulsed across the floor, reacting to Elara’s presence.The moment she stepped past the threshold, the throne awakened.It tremble
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 118 — “The Crownless Shall Rise”
The kingdom didn’t erupt overnight. It fractured—silently, dangerously, like ice splitting beneath a thin veneer of calm.Elara stood on the palace balcony, surveying the capital. The streets below burned with whispers. Some praised her as a savior. Others spat her name like a curse. In the distance, three noble houses had already declared rebellion. The fourth—House Varin—remained silent, which was even more unnerving.“You look like a queen without a crown,” Kael murmured, stepping beside her, arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon.“I never wanted the crown,” she replied.“Which is exactly why you deserve it.”Elara didn’t respond. Her fingers gripped the balcony’s stone edge, cold wind whipping through her unbound hair. Behind her, the Grand Hall remained in ruins—symbols of the old order shattered beneath her feet.But rebellion was brewing fast.A knock startled them both.Vesper entered, unannounced and unsmiling, a bloodied sigil scroll clutched in his hand. “We have a proble
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 117 – “The Girl Who Broke Fate”
Smoke coiled through the shattered chamber, dust thick in the air. Silence ruled—until a gasp tore through it.Elara pushed herself up from the blood-slicked floor, her hands trembling. The crown was gone. In its place, only ashes shimmered, suspended like stars in the air around her. Her magic no longer surged wildly—it pulsed steadily, quietly, as if it had found peace.Kael was the first to reach her, a smear of blood down one cheek, panic in his eyes. “Elara—Elara, say something.”“I’m here,” she whispered. “It’s done.”Vesper stood further back, silent, unreadable. The red light had burned away something in him too—his coat hung half-open, his shirt stained from a wound on his side, but his eyes were locked on her. Not with possession. Not with vengeance. But awe.“You broke it,” he said quietly. “You did what no king, no sorcerer, no bloodline could. You destroyed fate itself.”“No,” Elara replied, rising to her feet. “I chose my fate.”She turned toward the spiral stairway, and
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 116: Beneath the Kingdom’s Heart
The air beyond the seal was thicker—like walking into smoke, only colder.Elara stepped forward, the red phoenix feather clutched in her palm, glowing faintly against her skin. Every inch she moved felt like shedding another layer of who she used to be.Kael followed, blade drawn, his silence heavier than the air itself. Dain remained behind—by choice or by fear, she didn’t look back to know.The underrealm was not a cave, not a crypt. It was alive. The walls pulsed like veins in a sleeping beast. Runes danced across the stone in dim gold, whispering in a language Elara didn’t know—but her blood recognized.“What is this place?” Kael breathed.“A memory,” she said, and she didn’t know how she knew it. “A prison made of what once was.”They moved through the corridor until the path opened into a great hall—vast, circular, and burning with suspended lanterns of magic fire. In the center stood a throne of black glass, and before it… a figure.Cloaked in shadow, tall, still.Elara stopped
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 115: The Hollow Throne
The halls of Blackspire were quiet, too quiet.Elara walked them alone, the weight of Vesper’s sacrifice pressing like stone against her spine. He was alive, yes—but not whole. He hadn’t spoken since that night. Hadn’t moved on his own. The vibrant, terrifying man who once ruled shadows and secrets was now… a shell.He sat in silence at the window of the east tower, every day, at the same hour. Eyes open. But vacant.As though the part of him that burned for vengeance, for her, had been stripped out and cast into the abyss.“Any change?” Kael asked gently, stepping into the room behind her.She shook her head. “Nothing.”Kael exhaled, frustration and grief warring in his expression. “You know what he did, don’t you?”“He gave his soul.”Kael nodded. “To the old gods. The silent ones.”A chill passed through her. “That kind of magic… it doesn’t give back.”“No. But it leaves a door.” Kael’s eyes burned with something fierce now. “We just have to find it.”Dain appeared in the doorway,
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 114: When Monsters Wear Crowns
The castle shook.Elara stood still, her ears ringing with the echo of the squire’s voice. The Rift wasn’t just a breach anymore—it was a summons. A reckoning. Something had crossed. And it was coming for her.“What do you mean creatures?” Kael asked, dragging the squire closer.The boy stammered. “They’re winged—black, massive—and they’re tearing through the wards like parchment. Magic isn’t holding.”Vesper stepped forward, his voice calm but laced with something darker. “They’re not just creatures. They’re Revenants. We buried their kind in the Last War.”Dain’s eyes narrowed. “I thought they were myths.”Vesper looked directly at Elara. “They’re real. And they don’t come for kingdoms. They come for bloodlines.”The implication slammed into her like a sword to the ribs.“It’s me,” she whispered.No one denied it.The guards were already evacuating the upper floors. Council members fled, robes flapping behind them like terrified birds. Kael gripped Elara’s hand, grounding her.“We n
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 113: A Crown of Fire and Ash
The sky over the capital cracked open in a blaze of crimson light as Elara stepped through the shattered gates of the kingdom she once called home.Her gown—no longer royal silk but a cascade of molten black and gold—brushed the broken stone beneath her feet. Her presence made the guards drop to their knees without command. Not from loyalty—but awe. Fear. Reverence.She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.The winds that carried her were laced with new power—something ancient and volatile, something the old gods once feared.Behind her, Vesper rode with blood on his collar and fury in his eyes. Kael followed, silent and watchful, while Dain flanked the opposite side of the gate, tension knotting his jaw as the city stirred like a beast waking from a curse.Whispers spread like fire.“She’s returned.”“The dead prophecy walks.”“The heir is no longer just royal… she’s divine.”In the royal court, the High Council gathered in haste, old men clutching their relics, murmuring prayers that he
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