fate betrayal
But the bond held, a fragile thread of light against the encroaching darkness.
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Then it happened.
The bond began to crack.
I could feel it slipping, unraveling as the artifact drained our energy. It was as if it were feeding on our connection, turning our love into fuel for its own destruction.
“Darius!” I cried out, panic surging through me.
His eyes met mine, filled with equal parts determination and sorrow. “Don’t let go, Aria. No matter what happens.”
I wanted to scream, to argue, but there was no time. The bond was fracturing, and if I let it break completely, we’d lose everything.
Bab Populer