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Chapter 98: the Crown’s Shadow
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Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 130: The Soil Where Queens Are Buried
The glade was silent, save for the rustle of trees older than kings.Elara knelt before the stone—unmarked, unnamed, yet pulsing with a memory older than her bloodline. The soil beneath her palms was soft and fragrant, laced with the roots of forgotten things. This was where her mother had made her final stand. Not with weapons, but with choice. A choice that had cost her everything.And now Elara had returned, not as a daughter—but as a queen with no crown, no throne, and no need for either.She drew a small blade, not the Crownslayer, but one her mother had once used to cut herbs, to whisper protection spells, to slice through the bindings of fate when no one was watching.With it, Elara sliced her palm, letting the blood drip into the earth.“I don’t know if you’re here,” she whispered. “But if you are… I broke the cycle.”A wind stirred, lifting the hair from her shoulders. It was not magic, not exactly. But something responded.“I won’t be the kind of queen they wanted. I won’t b
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 129: The Unwritten Future
The day after the crown fell, silence ruled the land.No drums. No horns. No proclamations.Just breath.Just rebuilding.Elara stood at the edge of the ancient courtyard where the palace gates once towered. The stone beneath her feet was cracked but warm beneath the sun—real sun, unfiltered by smoke or spell. She hadn’t seen the sky this clear in years.Behind her, the people stirred. Not in fear. Not in submission. But in choice.The rebellion’s survivors had gathered in what remained of the high citadel’s walls. Former nobles stood beside outcasts, witches beside warriors. There was no seating arrangement. No heirloom sigils or velvet cloaks. Only soot-streaked faces and tired hands learning how to hold peace.The Witch Queen sat in the shadows of a broken spire, watching with eyes that had seen too many futures. She had not spoken since the battle. Elara suspected she was choosing silence as a kind of reverence.Vesper stood on the opposite side of the courtyard, sword sheathed, a
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 128: What Remains After Fire
The sun rose hesitantly, as if unsure it was allowed to shine on a world still smoldering.The Citadel lay in ruins behind them, the bones of a kingdom too proud to bend until it broke. The once-impenetrable walls had been shattered by truth, not siege. And the thrones inside—symbols of power built on blood—were nothing but ash now.Elara stood on a ridge overlooking the scorched valley where the final battle had ended. Smoke curled from the earth like ghosts retreating, and far below, survivors moved through the wreckage—witches, soldiers, scholars, and servants. No longer enemies. Just people trying to remember how to live without fear dictating their every breath.She didn’t speak. She hadn’t for hours. Not since the battle ended. Not since her brother’s body was carried away by the tide of broken magic.Vesper approached first. He kept a careful distance, his once-predatory grace tempered now by caution—maybe even reverence.“You don’t have to carry it alone,” he said softly.Elar
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 127: The Girl Who Wasn’t Chosen
They used to whisper that she was the chosen one.The prophecy’s flame. The cursed heir. The girl destined to end kingdoms and start new worlds.But as Elara stood on the cliffs overlooking what was once the Eastern Vale—now just a scar of blackened trees and distant smoke—she realized something sharp and honest:She had never truly been chosen.Not by fate.Not by prophecy.Not even by the gods who had woven her bloodline in secret and set fire to her childhood with omens and curses.She had been left behind—again and again. Made into a weapon. Forged in betrayal. Carved into something useful and sharp. But never, not once, was she asked what she wanted.And now?Now she was finally free of it all.“Penny for your thoughts,” Vesper said behind her, his voice quieter than usual.She didn’t turn. She liked the wind in her face. The silence. The ache that came with breathing in a world that had nearly broken her.“I think,” she said slowly, “that all this time, I was terrified of failin
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 126: Ashes and Oaths
The sky bled gold and ash as silence settled over the battlefield.Elara stood alone in the smoldering remains of the throne, the obsidian blade still buried in its heart. Around her, the fires that had once threatened to devour the kingdom now flickered into dying embers, leaving behind only smoke, soot, and the raw scent of change.The soldiers of the Circle—their beasts broken, their magic severed—fell to their knees. Some fled. Others simply crumpled, their illusions undone, faces pale with the realization that their power had never belonged to them.Elara turned slowly, her breath uneven but her spine unbent.Vesper approached first. His clothes torn, his knuckles bloodied, his eyes unreadable.“You did it,” he said.“No,” she replied. “I ended what never should’ve begun.”Kael limped beside them, one hand pressed to his side. “They’ll call you queen now. Or savior. Or something worse.”“Let them,” Elara said softly. “They don’t get to name me.”The Witch Queen stepped from the s
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 125: Throne of Embers
The Ember Cradle was not a place.It was a wound.Nestled deep in the Ashen Range, where no map dared ink and no bird dared fly, it pulsed with molten breath and whispers older than the gods. The mountains bled fire from their peaks, as though the world itself wept for what had been sealed beneath it.Elara stood at the edge of a jagged precipice, wind clawing through her cloak, the Crownslayer strapped to her back. Every step closer to the crater, her blood hummed louder—like a song she’d once known in a past life, now returning to her in fragmented verses.“She’s in there,” she said, voice barely above the storm. “The First Queen.”Vesper stood at her side, face unreadable. “And she knows you’re coming.”Behind them, Kael studied the shifting terrain. “The Circle’s not here. They’ve gone silent since the collapse of the citadel.”“No,” the Witch Queen said softly from where she knelt, her hands pressed to the charred earth. “They’re already inside. And worse—they’ve begun the ritual
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 124: Blood of the First Flame
The light swallowed her whole.It wasn’t pain that greeted her—but memory.Elara stood in a place that did not exist in the living world. The sky above was made of molten silver. The ground beneath her feet glowed like embered stone. Time held its breath. And in the silence, voices called her by names she had never spoken aloud.“Elara of the Broken Sigil.”“Elara Flameborn.”“Elara, Last Daughter of the First Flame.”She turned—and standing before her were the queens of old.Some wore crowns of bone. Others, veils of flame. One held a child that flickered in and out of existence. Another had her throat cut, but her eyes still burned with defiance.They circled her like stars around a dying sun.“You carry what we could not hold,” said the veiled queen. “Our blood burned too brightly. Our chains were too tight.”“You were born unshackled,” said another. “But your heart must choose: sacrifice or dominion.”Elara’s voice trembled. “What does that mean?”A voice behind her—the Witch Quee
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 123: What Remains After Fire
The battlefield lay silent, save for the distant crackle of dying embers and the soft groan of the earth settling into its wounds. The Rift was sealed, but its echo still hummed beneath their feet like a warning.Elara’s breath came in shallow gasps as Kael lowered his sword, his stormy eyes unreadable.“You could have destroyed everything,” he said quietly. “Not just the Rift, but us. The kingdom.”She met his gaze, fierce and unyielding. “I destroyed what needed to die.”Kael’s jaw clenched. “And what about the blood you promised to protect? What about your brother?”“He’s gone,” Elara whispered, her voice breaking. “By his own choice. Or maybe by fate’s cruel hand.”Vesper stepped forward, his silver rings glinting even in the muted light. “You sealed the Rift, yes. But you didn’t break the curse. The Crown still bleeds.”Elara’s fingers curled around the obsidian blade, now dim but heavy with promise. “Then we finish it. Together.”The Witch Queen’s eyes gleamed from the shadows,
Sacrifice Of The Heart Chapter 122: The Twin Betrayal
Ash still hung in the air like a veil of ghosts. Elara stood alone at the foot of the ruined tower, her obsidian blade heavy with the weight of destiny fulfilled. Her chest heaved. Her knuckles were white around the hilt.And yet… the battlefield had gone silent not in awe, but in fear.Because Vesper Moretti—the second Vesper—was standing at the far edge of the carnage, untouched by blood, by battle, or by time.The Vesper who had fought at her side just moments ago took a slow, staggered step back, his flame-drenched magic flickering in the wind.Elara’s voice was raw. “What is this?”The two Vespers locked eyes.The one beside her—wounded, furious, real in every sense—spoke first. “You… you’re not supposed to be here.”The other tilted his head, silver rings gleaming. “And yet here I am. As I’ve always been.”Kael stepped forward, sword raised but uncertain, confusion and dread in every line of his face. “Which one of you is real?”“Both,” the second Vesper said with a smirk. “But
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