All Chapters of Sacrifice Of The Heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The silence that followed Kael’s departure was short-lived.Selene barely had a moment to breathe when a deafening explosion tore through the east wing of the fortress. The ground shook beneath her feet as stone crumbled, flames licking the high ceilings. Panic erupted.“Elara!” she called out, sprinting down the hallway, Damien and Dain flanking her.Screams echoed in the corridors. The scent of smoke mixed with blood hit her hard. The enemy wasn’t waiting.“They’ve breached the gates,” Damien said, jaw clenched. “Kael planned this perfectly.”“It’s a distraction,” Dain muttered. “He wants to split us up.”They rounded a corner—and ran straight into chaos.Warriors clashed in the great hall. Supernatural against supernatural. Familiar faces twisted in battle cries. Elara stood in the middle, casting a glowing barrier as civilians escaped behind her.Selene didn’t hesitate.She leapt into the fray, her power flaring. Shadows wrapped around her arms like blades. Beside her, Damien’s be

The echo of hurried footsteps reverberated off the marble floors of the abandoned temple, each one sounding like a countdown. The prophecy had always warned of a traitor in their midst—but no one expected it to bleed from within.Selene’s breath came in shallow bursts. Her eyes flicked between Elara’s trembling hand and the blood-soaked parchment clutched in it.“This isn’t possible,” Selene muttered. “You swore your loyalty.”“I did,” Elara whispered, her voice cracked with guilt. “But not to you.”Kael stepped between them, shadows shifting around his figure. “You were working with the High Circle this whole time?”“No,” Elara said, tears slipping free. “I was working against something far worse.”Behind them, the runes along the ancient wall ignited in a blaze of violet light. A gate was opening—one that hadn’t been breached in over a century.Damien burst in, sword drawn, his presence igniting the room. “We have to go. Now. Whatever’s behind that gate… it isn’t coming to talk.”Bu

The night was thick with tension. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold silver light over the fractured world below. Selene stood on the balcony of the royal palace, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the last remnants of the storm clouded the skyline. She could feel the weight of her decision pressing against her chest, as heavy as the weight of her crown. Every breath she took seemed to reverberate in the hollow air, filling her with the urgency of the moment.Kael had left hours ago, assembling the last of their forces. The kingdom had been thrown into disarray, its streets filled with whispers of an incoming threat they could not fully understand. Elara had grown more powerful, her magic pulsing with a dark intensity that shook the very foundations of their world.“We need to be ready,” she murmured to herself, stepping away from the balcony and into the dimly lit hall. Every corner of the palace felt foreign now, as if the walls themselves held secrets she was just beginn

The underground echoed with whispered plans and distant footsteps. In the heart of the old ruins beneath the capital—abandoned, forgotten, and riddled with decay—voices gathered in secret.“The throne is fractured,” a cloaked figure murmured. “Now is the time.”Candles flickered across weathered stone, casting eerie shadows over their faces. There were no names spoken here—only oaths and shared hatred. And at the center of it all, seated on a crumbling dais where the old kings were once crowned, was a woman cloaked in midnight blue.Elara.But not the version Kael had walked away from days ago.This Elara was sharp-edged, her eyes cold as glass. She had taken Selene’s loss and carved it into armor. The High Council had tried to claim the aftermath as their victory, but Elara had buried their influence with a single whispered rumor:“Selene died because of them.”And the city believed it.“What of Kael and Dain?” one rebel asked.“They gather power in the North,” Elara replied coolly.

Elara’s boots hit the cracked stone of the underground passage with purpose. Every step echoed like a war drum, a grim beat driving them deeper beneath the capital.The air was cold and heavy, thick with centuries-old dust and the metallic tang of suppressed magic. Only the flicker of enchanted torches lit their path.Dain walked ahead, blade drawn. Kael followed closely behind Elara, still unarmed by her order, though the tension in his shoulders told her he was ready to fight—just not against them.“According to the scroll,” Kael murmured, “the entrance to the Binding Circle is behind the Vault of Silence. It’s protected by three seals—each bound to a bloodline.”“Let me guess,” Dain muttered. “You’re one of them.”Kael didn’t answer. Instead, he stopped in front of a towering stone door, etched with symbols so old even Elara’s royal schooling couldn’t decipher them.The Vault pulsed, faintly alive.Elara stepped forward. “And the others?”Kael glanced at her, then at Dain. “You. Bo