Semua Bab Cursed by the Dark Prince : Bab 51 - Bab 54

Elara had died once.Or at least, that was what the priests whispered when she returned from the veil — pale as moonlight, her heartbeat faint but steady, her eyes glowing with a strange, new fire.They said no mortal should’ve survived giving their soul to the gods. No healer should’ve walked back after burning in holy flame. But she had. And the gods, it seemed, hadn’t taken everything. They’d left her with something else. Something deeper.It had been weeks since the battle ended, yet she still felt the hum beneath her skin — like starlight trapped in her veins. Every time she touched water, it shimmered faintly. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw glimpses of something vast, ancient, and wordless.But this wasn’t the same gentle magic she once wielded.This was raw, untamed — born not from faith, but from defiance.She wasn’t a vessel anymore. She was her own storm.---Elara walked through the healing ward in Valenmoor’s rebuilt citadel. Soldiers lined the beds, their wounds

The war was over. The air that once crackled with the screams of gods and monsters was now quiet — heavy with the scent of new rain. The crimson stains that had soaked the earth had begun to fade, and in their place, flowers bloomed again beneath the pale glow of the moon. Elara stood at the balcony of the new citadel, her white robes fluttering in the soft night wind. The moon hung low — no longer blood-red but silver and gentle, casting its light over the rebuilt kingdom. Beneath it, the people sang softly. Not songs of mourning anymore… but of rebirth. She closed her eyes and let the night whisper through her. The magic she once carried — the magic that had burned her from within — was quiet now. It hummed like a distant lullaby, woven into her soul but no longer ruling it. Behind her, she felt his presence before he spoke. Kael. His footsteps were silent, yet the air itself seemed to bend around him, recognizing its king. When he finally stepped into the moonlight, she