The Demon's Mate
The room, once vibrant and full of life, was now a somber testament to her anguish.
El-Kharis's departure had left a void that seemed to swallow everything around her. Her breath came in ragged sobs as she clenched her fists, the fragments of the ceiling digging into her skin. Her body trembled uncontrollably, not just from the cold but from the weight of her own guilt and despair.
"El-Kharis!" she cried out, her voice breaking with raw emotion. The name felt like a plea, a desperate call to the heavens that seemed indifferent to her suffering. Her anguish echoed through the empty hall, bouncing off the walls and mingling with the debris around her.
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