Presumed Dead, Now Queen:Alpha Arineth’s Vengeful mate
He stepped closer, and I felt the orb hum, its light seeping through my tunic, ready to strike if I let it.
I opened my mouth to answer, but the arena shook, a deafening crack splitting the air like the sky itself was shattering. A wave of dark energy surged through the gates, black as pitch, writhing like living smoke. Shadows poured in, their forms twisted and jagged, their eyes glowing red like embers in a dying fire. Screams erupted, the crowd scattering as tables overturned, goblets spilling wine like blood across the dirt. The fairies’ lights dimmed, their wings fluttering in panic, and the musicians’ instruments fell silent, replaced by the roar of chaos. The Angel King laughed, his w
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