It didn't took me long to grasp the situation—chaos had consumed the capital. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, heavy and suffocating.
"Tell me something," I said, my voice firm. "Who destroyed the gate? And where is Kieran?"
"We don't know who it was," Eros replied. "But His Highness left with his knights."
"I'm going ahead," I said. "Lynn, Sylvaine, Eros—head to where Keahi is. Azazel, head to where is Xorax. Help him and make sure father is alright."
"Understood. We'll follow your orders," they responded in unison.
"Riona, Master, Your Highness… please stay safe," they added, their voices echoing with concern.
"I will," I assured them.
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The darkness surged inside me, a living thing with claws and teeth. It tore through my soul, consuming what little light I had left. My memories—faces, voices, laughter—they all slipped into the abyss, like forgotten ghosts. I wasn't just losing myself.
I was already gone.
