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Hana gently rubbed Zeci's head, whispering, "Okay, sorry, Zeci. It is the only time; there's no next time." After listening, Hana said, Zeci started up slowly drinking the lotus nectar wine Hana had just given it. Hana looked around the room for a while, then took the broom lying on the floor, and walked up the stairs. The castle had five floors, and the floor they were visiting was the last. Hana was a little nervous; she was curious to know what the mermaid's tears would look like. In contrast to the 4th floor, the 5th floor does not need a key; the door is open. In the middle, there is a transparent glass coffin. From a distance, Hana saw a girl with gorgeous chestnut hair inside. The two

When she does, she asks to recite after the elder. After chanting the holy words, the elder takes Erica's right hand and make a slight cut in the middle of the palm. The blood from the cut being gathers in a small gold bowl which starts shining brightly after a few seconds making the elder smile in satisfaction. "The shining of this bowl is indicating that the new queen is very powerful and is a trueborn to be a queen." The elder declares happily looking at the crowd who cheers in delight before turning to face Erica. "Do you, Erica Moulin, vow to protect your people from the enemy? Do you vow to stand by the King in happiness as well as in misery? Do you vow to solve any problems that will

His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous.

A familiar distorted laugh echoed through the speaker. The same voice. The same enemy. The same bastard who’d been playing games with us for days. “You’re getting closer.” My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you want?” The caller chuckled. “You should ask her about the painting.” A chill ran through me. Slowly, I turned toward Zariah. She looked just as confused as I felt. The caller laughed again. “Tell me, King…” His voice lowered. “Did David Brooks ever tell you what was hidden behind it?”

It's as if all the moisture is being sucked from him. "Interesting," I mumble as I crouch down beside him. He stares at me and hisses a little as his body continues to die. "Does this happen to all of you," I ask, and his eyes widen as if he realizes this is it? "Queen...Queen is life to all. Last Queen gone. New Queen gone. No more Queens," he hisses, and I nod before snapping his neck. "No more Queens sounds good to me," I reply to the now silent space.

“You could’ve at least warned me that the forest’s guardian looked like she came straight out of a glitter apocalypse.” Her sarcasm cracked the tension between us, and for a moment, I forgot the storm, the chase, the blood. But the truth hung heavy in the air. Her words struck deep — because I knew what that meant. She was that dark warrior. And Barbie, the last of her kind. Together, they were the key to ending this endless war — but also the target of every creature cursed enough to crave freedom. “Gregor,” she whispered, “they’ll come after us harder now. ASA, the Queen’s soldiers, Black Fang — even Wolfgang’s renegades. I don’t even know anymore.”

It snapped my focus away from the painting, and I continued toward the doorway. I stopped just outside and pressed myself flat against the wall, listening in. There were at least three different voices, maybe more, but I couldn’t tell for sure. “Our queen has defiled herself by sleeping with a beast and birthing demon spawn. By God, her soul is likely already damned to hell.” “Quiet! Cursing the queen in dark corners won’t accomplish anything. We need action. That’s the only path forward," another voice replied. “Yes," a third agreed. “Maybe an herbal mixture to make her barren? That way no more abominations would crawl out from between her legs.”

Fight it now. "I am still me!" she laughs "I do it for the Kingdom! For her" Her? I have no time to consider the words before she hurls a blast of dark energy into me, slamming me against the inner wall with every intent to kill me. I hold my knife finally ready to end her "I'm sorry Aretha but this ends now'. Before I'm able to move towards her, a burst and ring of fire immediately circulates her then I see Evelessa The Queen descends in a blaze of glory from on high, her armour blazing, her wings outstretch in holy fury. Her aura sends everyone to a freezing stance "NO MORE". She screams

Like he hadn't just been standing there shaking with his head down. A pause. Then Syris's voice through the speaker. Quiet and dry like always. "I wasn't aiming for you, Varek." A small rattling sound. A laugh maybe. "I want my queen back." Another pause. Slower. Heavier. "How does it feel... knowing everyone who gets close to you ends up in pieces?" Varek said nothing. The lights hummed. Watching his back from the table. The stillness of it. The way his hand holding the phone had gone white at the knuckles.