SeraThe chanting begins to fade, but the tension still lingers in the air–thick, palpable. It hovers above the courtyard like smoke after a fire."All hail the Alpha," the crowd repeats again, louder this time. “All hail the Alpha."They speak in unity, but their words sound forced now. I can see the fractures in their vows, personal feelings acting against duty. Some kneel willingly, others hesitate with their speech, others hold an expression that is a stark contrast to the oaths they are uttering.But Aeron stands before it all, his hand still holding mine. He remains tall at the center of the dais, the crown glinting the pale morning light, blood from the ritual still drying faintly along his palm as he holds it forward. The scent of it lingers in the air and I can feel it pressing against my skin.The expression on Helena’s face has softened down now. She's more composed, yet her eyes are as sharp as blades. Aspyn is standing behind her, back erect, head up, but the burn in her
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