Alle Kapitel von The Mark Of Orathyn : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 137

The battlefield had fallen into complete chaos. The Devourer kept tearing through the capital, and Eros fought it with everything he had, each collision shaking the kingdom to its foundations. Freya remained inside the sanctuary, her divine power sealing the cracks in space before more creatures could pour through. The Royal Guard fought desperately to keep the civilians safe. And yet everyone's eyes kept drifting back to Evren — to the prince kneeling on the bloodstained ground, to the darkness slowly crawling across his skin. The Hollow King descended from the sky, and for the first time he stood only a few steps from Evren, with no one able to reach them. The Devourer had driven Eros away; the shadow army ringed the battlefield on every side. The Hollow King looked down at Evren with calm satisfaction. "You've resisted longer than anyone. I admire that." Evren pushed himself upright, breathing uneven, his golden eyes straining against the crimson glow trying to swallow them. "I

The Hollow King stepped onto the battlefield, and in that singular moment, the world convulsed with his arrival. The earth beneath his feet withered to ash. Flowers crumbled into dust. Even the grass turned black as though all life had been drained from it in an instant. The air grew so heavy that breathing became an act of defiance. The shadow creatures and monsters that had haunted them were gone, leaving only him—eternal and terrible—and the family who had stood against him since the very beginning.Eros stepped forward slowly, deliberately. "You wanted me," he said, his voice steady despite the devastation blooming around them.The Hollow King shook his head, and his crimson eyes swept across the battlefield like a predator surveying its prey. "Once." His gaze landed on Evren, then moved away. "Then him." But finally, inevitably, his terrible attention settled on Mira."But now," he continued, his voice carrying the weight of centuries, "I want her."Mira instinctively moved close

The war was over. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the palace wasn't filled with the sounds of battle and chaos. Instead, music drifted through the grand hall in gentle waves, and candlelight glowed warmly from every corner. Laughter echoed through the corridors in a way that had been absent for far too long. The kingdom was celebrating—not merely victory over an ancient enemy, but something far more precious: the continuation of life itself, and the freedom to live it without constant fear.---Pearl stood quietly on the palace balcony, watching thousands of lanterns rise into the night sky like stars being born. Each one carried a prayer, a hope, a piece of the healing that was finally beginning to take root across the kingdom. She didn't hear Evren approach, but she felt him the way she had learned to feel everything about him—as naturally as breathing."You always disappear from parties," he said softly, and she could hear the smile in his voice before she even tu