His roar shook the walls, shadows ripping through the air like claws, splintering wood, and shattering glass.Darkness surged in a cyclone of fury, spiraling out of control.
“Severn is dead!”he bellowed, his voice a monstrous echo.“Lazarus and I destroyed him!His whispers—his shadows—they haunt me no more!”
My laugh tore through his rage, cold and mocking.“You destroyed his body, Salvatore...but his legacy lives on.His whispers still echo in the dark.His shadow still moves through this world, and he guided my mother, alongside Isabelle, to craft this poison.To destroy you.”
“No!”Salvatore’s voice fractured with rage and fear.“I ended him!Tell me where he is hiding!Tell me where you found the Noctyss flower—and who the fuck is your mother?!”
I met his fury head-on, my voice boiling with hatred.
“My mother was Isolde Ravencroft—your sex slave in Solaris.”
His face twisted into pure malice.
“She endured you.Survived you.And now, I carry her vengeance.I will never tell you where the realm opens...or how Severn and Isabelle have set your doom in motion.”
His eyes blazed, shadows converging violently, thickening the air like smoke, suffocating, lethal.His power slammed into me, slithering around my body, coiling tighter, crushing my lungs.
“You dare defy me?”he snarled, voice a low, dangerous growl.
A smile curved on my lips—bloodied, fearless.“Do your worst, Salvatore.Your reckoning is coming...and nothing you do can stop it.”
His roar was inhuman, a sound of rage, fear, and unraveling control.The shadows descended, wrapping around my throat, crushing, suffocating.My body convulsed, my vision flickering—but the fire in my eyes didn’t fade.
Amir’s scream shattered through the darkness, raw and broken.“No!Elizabeth!”
He tried to reach me, crawling through the suffocating shadows, his face contorted with horror and helplessness.
“Let her go!”he begged, his voice ripping through the storm.
But Salvatore only smiled.
And tightened his hold.
The shadows around my throat constricted like a noose, crushing my windpipe and stealing the air from my lungs.My vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges.Every breath was agony.Every heartbeat felt like it could be the last—thudding in my ears, slowing, slipping.
My limbs turned cold and numb.
My body...was giving out.
My soul was slipping.
“Amir...”My voice was barely a breath, a fragile thread on trembling lips.
He was there—fighting through the storm of shadows, clawing toward me, his face twisted with desperation and terror.
“No—stay with me, Elizabeth!Please!”His hands reached mine, brushing my fingers, powerless against Salvatore’s crushing grip.
I could barely see him now, but I felt him—his love, the weight of everything we were...and everything we would never get to be.
“I love you...”I choked, blood lacing my lips.“I love you...so much.”
Tears streaked down Amir’s face as he caught me and cradled me, his hands trembling as if he could somehow hold me together.Stop time, save me.But it was too late.I could feel myself fading, slipping from his grasp.
“No, no, no...please,” he whispered, voice breaking.“Stay.Just stay...don’t leave me...”
I rested my head against his chest, my body shaking violently, growing weaker.“One day...we’ll see each other again,” I breathed.“I know it...in another life...another world...I’ll find you.”
His arms tightened around me, rocking me, desperate.“Don’t leave me...I can’t do this without you...Elizabeth...please.”
