Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
Kaelen strikes, sword piercing his chest; Ardyn’s magic burns through, emerald flames consuming him; Zane’s final dagger hits his throat.
The lord collapses, blood pooling, shadows dissipating. Lightning cracks as he gasps, “The story... wanted...” and falls silent, dead.
The novel’s pull snaps, a weight lifting from my chest.
We did it, combined strength, no betrayal.
The elites are down, the ravine quiet but for our panting breaths.
Kaelen staggers, thigh bleeding, but pulls me into a desperate kiss. “Never again,” he vows, eyes fierce.
Ardyn and Zane join, hands on my shoulders, their warmth grounding. My wounds ache, thigh, arm, shoulder, but they’re minor, already clotting.
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