Fated to the Lycan King
she thundered, her voice no longer just hers but laced with the authority of the queen she had become.
Zelia gasped, instinctively raising her hands to summon magic. But Bella moved faster. Words spilled from her lips in the Balzareean tongue, power crackling like lightning. The air whipped into a frenzy, tugging at hair and clothes, as light coiled around Bella’s fingers.
Zelia screamed as the spell snapped tight around her. Her dark aura peeled away like smoke ripped from flesh, shrieking as it burned. She collapsed to her knees, clutching at her chest, her powers unraveling thread by thread until nothing was left.
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