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—— Savior: Original Story by OneSevenEight Episode: Framed Perspective - Part 8

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

I closed my eyes, letting the creatures drift closer until they seemed to dissolve into my body. A blinding surge of light washed through everything—then, abruptly, there was nothing but darkness. Divine lineage… The term drifted up in my thoughts like something long submerged, vague and incomplete, yet carrying a faint sense of recognition I couldn’t fully place. I had only ever encountered it in ancient writings and half-forgotten tales—stories of divine bloodlines, the legacy of the gods, and the remnants they left to those who came after them.

At the foot of the tower, Lucien lifted his gaze, his golden eyes reflecting the hue of blood. “She’s opened it…” Adrian gripped his silver sword, rain soaking his back. “If the Holy Gate truly exists… then the Primordial Blood—” Lucien interrupted, his voice rough, echoing like it rose from the abyss. “...is awakening.” --- Inside the Divine Tower – Sanctum Level. Everything drowned in red light. Evelyn stood at the center of a bloodstorm, her body suspended in midair, hair floating as if caught in an unseen wind. The blood seal on her neck burned bright, spreading like roots burrowing deep into her flesh.

"What?" The old man glanced briefly at the mark. "I cannot fully explain it," he admitted. "But her blood... it feels different, and unusual. There is a... strength to it almost as though it carries something beyond ordinary human nature." Alexander rolled his eyes tiredly. "Of course it's different. She's my cure, remember?" The physician shrunk, his gaze falling to the floor as the room fell quiet. Alexander’s fingers curled slightly at his side. "Leave." The physician bowed immediately. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

"Shouldn't you be thanking me instead? " He replied. Vera saw few dead bodies outside and long queue of black SUVs. "Thank you! ... Now tell me! " She demanded. "Why did you save me when you hate me? " "I don't hate you, I hate your husband." He answered and stopped in front of his Limo. He gently placed her inside when driver opened the door. Vera cried in pain and he closed his eyes, controlling himself from killing the bastard. He shouldn't be the one killing him.

Zahara smiles and my Goddess, that smile. “It probably helped that I gave you some of my blood. Us being mates and all, the blood took care of a lot. Take into consideration that I’m an Alpha, and that is probably what helped you heal faster.” I nod, but don’t say anything in response. “Do you…..do you remember what happened to you?” I take a few minutes and close my eyes. I try to recreate the last moments that I had before I woke up here. I open my eyes when I feel sparks on my hand. I look down and see that Zahara is rubbing circles on my hand. I look up at Zahara and give her a small smile.