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You are currently on air. I opened my eyes. Their brightness produced bright purple light. I looked directly into the camera embedded in the terminal. I spoke to the wolves who inhabited the continent. My voice wasn't loud, but the Royal magic carried it with a commanding, undeniable weight. Elder Thorne told you I was an abomination. He told you my bloodline was a threat. He lied. I am Princess Selene of Moonfall, and I am alive. I paused, fighting through a wave of dizziness. Dante’s grip tightened. I pushed forward.

Kael grabbed my arm again. “We are leaving. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because the connection inside me— The resonance— It was screaming. Not in pain. In recognition. Ronan’s voice dropped lower. “This is what your awakening is tied to.” I looked at him sharply. “What does that mean?” He hesitated. Then— “The throne was never empty.” The crack beneath it widened. Silver light poured upward from the darkness below. And for the first time— We heard it breathe. A voice rose from beneath the throne.

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking. Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then it collapsed, knees buckling, wings folding like shattered sails. The last of its summoned spawn died with it.

A deafening, earth-shattering detonation ripped through the hundred-foot-thick glacial roof of the throne room. Valerius’s head snapped up, his abyssal eyes widening in genuine, unprecedented shock. The entire vaulted ceiling of the Necropolis caved in. Thousands of tons of solid black ice, shattered permafrost, and burning rock rained down into the throne room, obliterating the ancient pillars and entirely crushing Valerius’s frozen throne into dust. And falling right through the center of the apocalyptic debris, like a god of war cast down from the heavens, was King Silas Vane.

“I’m right here.” I pulled my hand away before he could touch me. “I, Elara Thorne,” I began. The name Thorne hit the crowd like a physical blow. I heard gasps everywhere. Rowan went pale, his jaw dropping. “Elara Thorne?” Aiden whispered, confused. “What are you talking about?” I ignored him and continued, my voice growing stronger. “Rightful heir of the Nightshade Pack and daughter of the true King, hereby reject Aiden Blackwood as my fated mate.”

Eren shouted. "Ghhh! Grrrrr...." Jacob couldn't respond to Eren's words anymore. His eyes were red, his skin was starting to look blistered. The claws were clearly visible on his arms. Jacob had become a complete monster. He started struggling to get himself out of the chair. “Graww! Grrr...” Jacob tried to bite Eren with his sharp teeth, but the bonds on the chair were too strong. Jacob continued to struggle non-stop.

Dante staggered, eyes wide in shock. He collapsed onto the throne’s cold steel. Blood pooled beneath him. Luca’s laugh echoed through the hall. Alessia arrived just in time to see the fall. Her scream tore through the chaos. Outside, snow began to fall, soft and silent. A new war had begun. And in its heart, the Ash Throne waited—for the one bold enough to claim it.

After a long, trembling moment, I forced my hand to open. My claws retracted, sliding free of Throne’s neck with a wet, sickening sound. His body collapsed at my feet like dead weight, hitting the stone floor hard. He coughed, gagging, blood spilling from his lips, staining his robes. My own hand dripped with his blood—warm, sticky, crimson painting my palm, a reminder of what I’d just done.

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?