# Chapter 110: The Weight of a Sacrifice
Hello, dear readers! It's your faithful narrator, back once again to walk beside you through the breathtaking twists and turns of "Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down." Today, we bear witness to one of the most heart-wrenching and triumphant chapters yet — a chapter stained with sacrifice, illuminated by divine light, and haunted by the bitter taste of farewell. So gather close, dear friends, for the battlefield is drenched in blood, and the final reckoning draws near.
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## The Hostage and the Father's Last Words
When Lissana and her companions finally reached the Dark King, an icy terror gripped her heart. There stood the monstrous sovereign, his blade pressed firmly against the throat of her beloved priest — Alessandro, the man who had raised her, protected her, and loved her as his own daughter. With the gates of Hades sealed shut, the Dark King knew he was at a disadvantage. He understood that killing the brothers of his brother and the young women who accompanied them would only plunge the world into chaos. And so, he had searched for a human shield — someone whose death would give his enemies pause before they struck.
Lissana's eyes drank in the sight of her priest. He looked pale, weakened, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from his body. When the Dark King noticed that no one dared attack him, a cruel smile twisted his lips. "I suppose this is a good choice. Let's see if he matters," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
Cira meant nothing to him. Cassiel would gladly sacrifice his own life. But the Dark King knew — with sickening certainty — that Lissana would never consent to sacrificing her priest to end the war. So Cassiel remained frozen, unwilling to make a move. And Lissana stood silent, utterly terrified.
Alessandro glanced at his daughter, ignoring the monster lurking behind him. He felt the desperate urgency to convey his final words — to make her understand that despite not having raised her from infancy, his love for her ran deeper than any ocean. "I love you," he whispered softly. "From the first moment I held you in my arms, Lissana... my little one, I feel I failed you. I wasn't there when you took your first steps. I missed all your birthdays. And I regret not spending more time with you."
Tears began to stream down Lissana's cheeks like rain.
"Please, don't harm him," she pleaded with the Dark King, her voice guttural and trembling. "Please. Let me go, and I won't regret seeing you again." She was willing to accept any deal if it meant saving her priest's life. Her gaze never left him, even as he shook his head in denial.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Will you let me go, or do you want to see how I cut the throat of your precious priest before we continue the battle? I am most likely to win," the Dark King sneered.
Cassiel replied coolly, "If you know you're going to win, why not fight against us?"
"Because I don't like giving anything away."
"Damn liar! You've trapped yourself with this hostage," Lissana shot back, her fear mounting with every passing second.
In that moment, she felt like a defenseless little girl — a girl who needed her priest to save her, but whose mother had failed to realize that her priest was trapped and lacked the strength to fight. Useless. She was useless. Lissana had always possessed great power — she had been told that her entire life, and she had believed it. But now, with her father's life dangling by a thread, all that power felt utterly meaningless.
Cassiel took a step forward, and the Dark King tightened his grip on the sword, drawing a thin line of crimson across Alessandro's throat. Seeing the blood flow from her priest, Lissana begged, her voice barely a breath, "Don't do it! Don't kill my priest!"
A cruel smile spread across the Dark King's face. They weren't attacking — not because the man was a priest of one of his adversaries, but because he was the one who had caused the most trouble in battle. It didn't matter how many times he had been heroic, how many lives he had saved with his magic. At this moment, Lissana had lost her will to fight entirely. She was just a little girl who feared for her priest's life.
"Cassiel, tell me which priest has promised you victory today. I don't believe it; luck is on my side," the Dark King sneered.
Cassiel wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off the Dark King's face with his fist. His gaze met Alessandro's — and that look asked a silent question. *Remember what you told the guardians? That they would never die. Was that true?*
Cassiel understood what Alessandro meant, even though the Dark King could have killed him in that very moment. If he restored his body quickly, he could return his soul. "Yes," Cassiel confirmed.
Alessandro turned to Lissana and said, "Don't cry, my girl. This is not the end."
And then, before anyone could react, Alessandro moved violently — slashing his own throat open in a torrent of blood.
Lissana didn't understand what had happened. Her father had cut his own throat, and the light in his eyes faded like a dying ember. When the Dark King realized his hostage was dead, he released the body with disgust. Cassiel seized the opportunity to attack, shouting at Lissana, "Heal your priest!"
But Lissana felt frozen, paralyzed as she approached her priest's lifeless form. She didn't understand what Cassiel wanted her to do. He shook her roughly until she reacted. "This is no time to freeze! Go and heal your priest!"
Lissana sprang into action, running like a gazelle to where her priest lay drenched in blood. She used her power to close the wound — but while she could heal his body, she could not bring him back to life. She cradled the bloody body of her priest as Cira and Cassiel faced off against the Dark King. A piercing scream tore from Lissana's throat, releasing all the pain that consumed her in that moment. She begged for him to return. She begged for him not to leave her alone. She screamed that she needed him, that it couldn't end like this... but her priest's body remained still — warm, yet utterly lifeless.
With trembling fingers, she caressed his empty face, brushing against his still-open eyes. With delicate care, she sealed his eyes shut. Then, leaning down, she placed a kiss upon his blood-soaked forehead.
When she raised her head, she locked eyes with the Dark King. And in that moment, she made a silent vow: *He will pay for what he has done.*
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## The Divine Flame and the Death of the Dark King
Lissana rose, gripping the dagger at her waist — her priest's dagger. Pain and rage surged through her veins. All she wanted was to obliterate him, to reduce him to ashes like a fallen leaf in autumn. She stood tall, casting one last glance at her fallen priest.
Then Cassiel screamed.
Lissana spun around. He was just a few meters away, sprawled on the ground, his wings torn and blood seeping from his wounds. Cira had placed herself in front of him, shielding him from the Dark King's wrath.
In that moment, Lissana realized the terrible truth: the Dark King was not weak. Rather, the three of them together were stronger than when they stood apart — but she had abandoned the fight, fleeing toward her fallen priest. Now the Dark King was poised to strike Cira, ready to unleash an attack that would surely end her life. Lissana felt too cold, too distant to reach her in time. She had lost her chance to turn the tide of battle.
She dared to look back once more and saw Abril rejoining the fray — flames dancing around her as she fought fiercely, her daggers moving with precision, severing the heads of enemies. It seemed she had learned the most effective way to fight without wasting time. Lissana felt a surge of pride, but also a pang of guilt for not being able to help. Everyone was giving their all, pouring every ounce of strength into the fight. And Lissana knew she had to do the same.
Ignoring the chaos behind her, she focused on the enemy before her. Gathering all the power she possessed, she concentrated it into the dagger of her priest — the ardent fire, the impetuous wind, the light that could pierce through the deepest darkness. She poured everything into that blade, holding nothing back. This was her only chance; if she failed, it would mean the end of everything.
Her brothers trembled, aware that the fate of the world rested in her hands — in that dagger charged with power. Fear gripped her. She doubted whether she could succeed. The thought of dying, or worse, losing everyone because of her, filled her with dread.
But then — in the midst of the cacophony of battle — she heard a profound silence.
Suddenly, she found herself in a different realm, as if she had ascended to the heavens. Below her, the battlefield stretched out like a night sky filled with stars, as if chaos itself had been suspended. And then she heard a voice.
"Do not fear, I am with you. I have promised victory to my son today. Trust me, my child; that dagger will end the darkness. Just have faith."
Though Lissana could not see the source of the voice, she felt all her fear, anger, and pain dissipate, replaced by an inexplicable peace.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I am the one who is. I am the beginning and the end, the light that shines upon this world."
Lissana thought that if anyone could be called God, it must be the owner of that voice. She had countless questions, but only one escaped her lips: "What must I do?"
"Use it. Just trust me and let me guide you."
With all her heart, Lissana wished to end the war. "I am your instrument. Use me as you will."
As soon as she spoke, she was thrust back onto the battlefield. Time seemed to have paused, but the fight resumed as if she had never left. Yet she was changed.
Her brothers did not hesitate; they fought with renewed vigor, sensing her newfound confidence. She was not alone — someone greater and stronger than any enemy stood beside her.
"Stop."
The Dark King halted his advance, fixing his gaze on Lissana. He approached with a steady stride, dagger in hand. He believed he had already won this battle, that victory was within his grasp. Cira knew they could not prevail. Cassiel struggled to rise, leaning on his arms, but he was too weak — he had lost too much blood, and it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to unconsciousness.
"Don't come! Run!" Cira shouted, creating a wall of flames between herself and the Dark King. But he brushed the flames aside with a single swipe, the force of it cracking ribs as he advanced.
"I'm going to kill you," he said, his voice low and deadly.
"Really?" Cira retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Because I don't believe that's going to happen. Look at yourself. Your friends can't help you. You're alone. What can a little girl like you do against me?"
"I will kill you, and I'm not alone. You just haven't noticed."
The Dark King's expression faltered as he saw a faint sacred glow emanating from Lissana's body. The smile slipped from his face. In an instant, he vanished, retreating into the shadows.
Lissana pursued him, moving like an arrow across the battlefield, landing precisely among the ranks of the Dark King's army — acutely aware of the monsters surrounding her. The Dark King reappeared mere meters away, laughing at the sight of her standing defiantly, all the power contained within her small frame.
"Magnificent," he said, ordering his army to attack while he prepared to flee.
Lissana's brothers fought valiantly, and she continued to gather her strength, standing firm. The Dark King, surrounded by his own minions, brandished his sword. "You think you can face me with that little dagger?" he taunted.
Lissana remained silent, refusing to rise to his provocations.
The Dark King lunged at her, but Lissana dodged, leaping backward. He attacked again, and she evaded once more. On the third strike, when he was close enough, she plunged her priest's dagger into his chest, gripping it tightly.
A brilliant, fiery power erupted from the blade. The Dark King struggled to break free, but Lissana held on, channeling all the energy that had gathered within her. Silver flames engulfed him, consuming him entirely until he was reduced to ashes, scattered by her wind across the battlefield.
Amplifying her voice with her wind magic, she declared for all to hear: the Dark King was dead.
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## The Monsters' Last Gasp
But the war was not yet over. The Dark King was dead, yet the monsters continued to fight, determined to end everything and everyone. The last order of the Dark King had been to attack Lissana, who found herself completely surrounded by the creatures. Her magic was exhausted; she had used the last of it to convey the message of the Dark King's death.
With a trembling grip, she clutched her priest's dagger, wondering if she would meet her priest in the afterlife. Just then, one of the monsters lunged at her.
Lissana closed her eyes, wishing for a swift end, hoping her death would be neither long nor painful.
Then she heard Tarik's voice.
She opened her eyes to see him soaring above on his dragon, reaching out to her. Lissana took his hand, and together they ascended into the sky.
"Thank you for coming for me," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Lissana shook her head, her heart heavy. "My father..." Her voice broke, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Tarik, unsure of what had transpired, pulled her into a comforting embrace. "What happened, Lissana?"
"My priest... he's dead."
The words tumbled out, and she wept openly. Tarik held her tightly, leading her back to the camp. When they arrived, they found Cira cradling Alessandro's lifeless body. Beneath the dragon, Lissana approached her priest, who looked as if he were merely sleeping. She checked for his breath, for the beat of his heart — but there was nothing. He was gone.
Tears filled her eyes. Despair washed over her like a tidal wave.
Tarik could sense her grief through their bond, and though he longed to abandon everything to comfort her, he knew he had to stay strong. Even with the Dark King defeated, the war was far from over. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her for a moment. "I have to go back. I can feel it."
Lissana understood. "Go and finish this, so we can return home."
He wiped her tears away, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I will. Come back soon."
With that, Tarik climbed onto Lissana's dragon, his expression resolute despite the weight of leaving her behind.
As the battle raged on, Liona — mourning the Dark King's death — had hoped that despite their wickedness, the monsters would not lose this war. She never imagined she would have to flee without being defeated. Gathering a significant portion of the monster army, she used a teleportation parchment to escape the battlefield before they could lose everything.
Enora watched as part of the Dark King's army vanished. It was a troubling sight, especially as some of the monsters began to abandon their ranks and scatter. Abril brought her to where she needed to be. "Sister, it's time."
Sophia continued to channel her magic through her daughter's body, even as she rode her horse, commanding the warriors around her to protect them while they gathered their strength for a final assault. "Are you sure this is the moment?" Enora asked.
"Yes, it is," Sophia affirmed.
United, Enora and Sophia's families combined their powers, taking several minutes to gather their strength. Then, as one, they unleashed their magic against the Dark King's forces. Light erupted across the battlefield, banishing darkness and obliterating the monsters that belonged to it. The golden light surged forth, climbing the mounts of Vaizel, disappearing into the horizon.
The majority of the enemy army was destroyed, leaving only the more resilient monsters — weakened by the onslaught of light magic. Exhausted, Enora and Sophia fell to their knees, their powers nearly spent. They could not muster another attack, but they had bought enough time to continue fighting and heal some of their wounded.
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## The Boy Who Defended the City
Far away, in the kingdom of Vaizel, Uzziel stood on the balcony of his room, gazing into the distance, wondering when they would return to their homes. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed — as if something had violently struck the barrier protecting the city.
He rushed down the stairs, eager to discover what was happening. Gabriel was already at the entrance, where one of the horsemen was announcing that they were under attack, though the barrier still held.
"Who is attacking us?" Uzziel asked.
The horseman hesitated, knowing Uzziel was just a boy. Gabriel pressed the same question, and the horseman finally replied: "Monsters are attacking. They've breached the barrier, and though there are not many of them, I fear we may not be able to stop them."
Gabriel remained resolute. "We must evacuate the city and bring everyone to the palace. Its walls will be easier to defend. The horsemen will handle this, while the magic users protect those closest to the barrier."
Uzziel spoke up. "I will go with the magic users."
Gabriel looked at him, concern etched on his face. "You cannot, Prince Uzziel. You must stay in the palace and remain safe."
"I cannot do that. I promised my mother I would protect the kingdom."
"Uzziel, you must stay here. You cannot help them from the front lines."
"I refuse to hide while the city is in danger!" Uzziel shouted, determination fueling his words. "I will keep the promise I made to my mother."
With that, he dashed away. Gabriel chased after him but couldn't catch up. By the time he reached the courtyard, Uzziel had summoned a massive golem of earth — large enough for him to climb onto its shoulder, ready to join the fight.
When Gabriel reached the boy, he remained calm and immovable at the edge of the barrier, where monstrous creatures attacked violently to gain entry. With great trepidation, Gabriel approached him. "Prince Uzziel, you must return to the palace. It's too dangerous here."
Uzziel didn't take his eyes off the barrier. "I'm not going to hide. I have to protect the city."
"This isn't something a boy should even think about doing."
"There are no adults to do it, so I have to. I promised my mother."
"Prince, we must not fight against this horde of monsters. Please, run!"
Liona launched a second attack, crashing loudly against the barrier, which seemed ready to give way. Uzziel looked at Gabriel and said, "Lord Gabriel, if you don't know how to fight, you should leave. It's time to start."
Gabriel hesitated for a moment, but then the barrier broke. The cavalrymen rushed in and dragged Gabriel away, while he shouted to Uzziel to flee.
Uzziel remained steadfast — unafraid as the monsters surged toward him. He raised his arms slowly, and in that moment, the earth trembled. A wall of soil erupted between him and the monsters. With a commanding voice, he addressed the woman leading the creatures. "Señora, you should retreat and take your monsters with you."
Liona stared at him in confusion. "You think I'll back down just because you ask politely? Your walls won't stop me."
"That's why I'm asking you to leave. I don't want to be forced to use my power. My mother wouldn't want me to use it against you."
Liona laughed at the boy's words, responding with mockery. "I'd like to see your power — to see how you stop me. I believe that will be fun."
Uzziel smiled — a radiant expression. He opened his arms and joined his hands. Branches and heavy roots erupted from the ground, ensnaring the monsters. Some lunged directly at Liona, forcing her to leap back to avoid being caught.
Her expression shifted entirely. She had underestimated the young prince, and that mistake would cost her dearly.
Uzziel turned to the horsemen behind him. "You should attack the monsters now. I don't think I can kill them." The horsemen stood astonished at the display of power he wielded, but they reacted when he spoke, climbing to the top of the wall he had created and launching arrows imbued with magical light.
Liona watched in horror as her monsters were overwhelmed. She began to attack the area that had interposed itself in her path, but Uzziel's branches and vines seemed to come alive, lashing out toward her and the monsters that tried to protect her. She tried to kill the boy with all her might, but he thwarted her efforts — ending up trapping her in her own entanglements.
"I've trapped you," he said with a triumphant smile.
"Damn you, let me go!" Liona shouted.
"I can't do that. You wanted to destroy the city, and that's not acceptable."
Liona looked around, surrounded by branches, roots, and entanglements, as well as earth golems that had appeared without her noticing. "You've created a great disaster, boy."
Uzziel gazed at the destruction around him. Though he hated to admit it, it was true; he had unleashed chaos. He was still young and lacked control over his powers — which was why his mother had always forbidden him from using them recklessly. He looked at Liona and said, "Um... I can't let you go. I think I'll hold you responsible for this disaster. I don't want to be punished until I'm seventy."
Liona started to reply, but Uzziel used one of the vines to cover her mouth.
The battle against the king's army raged until dawn. When the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon, what had once been a dark stain vanished completely. As it was announced that the battle was over, many soldiers and mages fainted — the tension in their bodies dissipating like a desert octopus carried away by the wind.
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## The Grandmother's Goodbye
Sophia, still in control of her daughter's body, approached her sister Enora. "My work here is finished. I must be strong." Enora felt a deep sadness as she watched her sister's spirit begin to leave once more — uncertain if she would return or if this would be the last time they would see each other.
Sophia took her sister's hand. "I fear something terrible for this girl. Please forgive me; I will never take your body again."
"You didn't do anything wrong. You just wanted to save us. I'm sure she'll understand."
"I'm not so sure. If I hadn't intervened, would you have...?"
"This battle wasn't over yet. Unleashing power at the wrong moment is like throwing a vase of water onto a raging fire. We defeated the Dark King's army, and it was thanks to your guidance."
Sophia felt less guilty with her sister's words and embraced her. "Thank you, sister."
"Don't worry. I'll explain everything that happened and why you did what you did."
Sophia understood that Abril might not grasp why she had been prevented from saving the man she loved. Yet, she knew that there were times when one must sacrifice what they hold most dear. She wanted to say goodbye to Lissana before surrendering Abril's body — that would be the first and last time she could speak with her granddaughter.
Sophia entered the tent of the king of Cosset, and there she found Lissana, sitting in a wheelchair beside her father's body, crying bitterly over his death. Sophia approached and placed her hand on Lissana's shoulder. Lissana turned to see her mother's hand resting there.
"Mother," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Father..."
"I know," Sophia replied gently.
Lissana wept like a small child in her mother's embrace, but as she realized she was the only one crying, she pulled away. "My father is dead! But there are no tears on your face. Doesn't it hurt you?"
"It pains me to see your suffering, and it pains me even more knowing that your mother will soon follow you."
As she spoke, Lissana realized that even though this woman appeared to be her mother, she was different. "Who are you? What have you done to my mother?"
"I haven't done anything to your mother. She is here with me, merely asleep. She must take her body, for she cannot hear me. I am your grandmother — just a part of me remains. This is still her body."
Sophia stepped closer to Lissana, but the girl recoiled. "I just wanted to see you one last time before I go." She looked at Alessandro's body lying on the bed. "I hope you can be with your mother when you wake up, and don't blame her for anything." Sophia smiled at Lissana. "Precious warrior, your path doesn't end here. Before you face difficult times, never forget that you are not alone."
Not long after, Sophia's eyes closed and remained shut for a moment before fluttering open again. Lissana approached cautiously. "Mother?"
When Abril saw her daughter, she hugged her tightly and asked, "Are you well?"
"I'm fine, Mother," Lissana replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What's wrong, my little one?"
"It's Daddy."
Abril recalled the last scene her eyes had witnessed — her husband in mortal danger. She wanted to ask what had happened, but fear gripped her heart. Instead, she asked how the war against the Dark King had unfolded. Lissana could hear the tremor in her mother's voice. "The Dark King is dead; he was killed."
"Is that your father...?" Abril couldn't finish her question. At that moment, she noticed the marriage mark on her hand had vanished. Tears flowed freely from her eyes.
Lissana hugged her mother with all her strength, for she understood the weight of their loss.
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## The Forest of Harth
Cassiel entered the room and saw Lissana and Abril crying. "You don't have to cry! He will return."
Abril lifted her gaze and fixed it on Cassiel. "What?!"
"You are a guardian. Guardians do not die. So, except for the whole thing, he can come back."
"Then bring him back!"
"I can't do that here, not right now. He has been dead for more than a day. We must take him to the forest of Harth."
"How long will he be in this place?" Abril asked, not taking her eyes off her husband.
"That's not exact. His body was healed by Lissana after dying just a few months ago... or a few years. It's not very precise, but we must lift him soon. He will return."
"I will go with you."
"You can't do that. You have a kingdom to run. At this moment, you cannot leave your kingdom without a ruler. Even if you are with him, you can do nothing but go to this place to preserve his body until it can be completely restored."
"Is there nothing we can do to help him?"
"Lissana healed him because she just died, but that was only superficial. This power is for the living; you cannot give life to a dead man. However, there is a tree in the forest of Harth that is connected to the sky. It can restore his body completely, allowing his soul to return. Think of my body at this moment as a broken vessel. No matter how much magic is infused into it, it cannot retain anything; the vessel needs to be restored by the potter who created it."
"Are you asking me to just wait?"
"Yes, that's the only thing you can do right now."
Cassiel glanced at Lissana. "Lissana, you can come if you want. I believe you would do well to know this place."
Lissana had seen her mother in despair; it was hard for her to continue as if nothing had happened when she had just lost her life companion. "I won't go. I will stay with my mother. In my kingdom, I am the hereditary princess; I have obligations to my realm."
"If that is your decision, I respect it."
Abril looked at her left hand, where the mark of their marriage had once been. Her eyes filled with sadness — the perfect bond that united them had completely vanished. She took Alessandro's hand for the last time. Lissana hugged him, saying goodbye to her father, wishing in her heart that she could see him alive once more.
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## A Promise Carried on the Wind
After Cassiel took Alessandro into the woods of Harth, the kings representing other kingdoms entered the store, hoping to speak with Abril. Lissana stepped outside to fetch them, but Abril placed a hand on her shoulder. "You should come out for a moment. I'll handle them."
Lissana emerged from the store, visibly annoyed. Tarik noticed her and approached, guiding her to a quieter spot. "How are you holding up?" he asked softly.
"I'm better," she replied. When she heard Cassiel say that her priest could return from the dead, the pain that had torn at her heart eased slightly, though it had not vanished completely. "Cassiel said my father could return from among the dead if he's taken to the woods of Harth. There's a tree there that can completely restore his body and return his soul to it."
"I've been there. What Cassiel told you is true. I'm glad to hear your father's death isn't permanent," Tarik reassured her.
"I don't want to lose him," Lissana confessed.
Tarik closed the distance between them, taking Lissana's hands in his. "You won't lose him. If Cassiel says he can bring him back from the dead, then it's true."
"When I can return, you might have forgotten me, and there's no guarantee I can do it," she whispered later, speaking of the uncertain future.
"We've always been told we cannot be together. I've resisted that idea, and I want to keep resisting it. You say you'll forget me, but I never will. Lissana, I don't care if I have to wait ten lifetimes; I believe it's worth it. What do you say?"
Lissana wanted to say yes, but she knew it would be selfish. What if it took too long for her? "That wouldn't be fair to you. Let's make a deal: if we find each other again someday and neither of us has found a partner, let's form one."
"I will wait, so that when we meet again, I won't let you go."
The next morning came — the moment of farewell. Lissana found Tarik near his store. "Do you know when you're going?"
Tarik nodded. "The queen had to leave today; the rest of us will leave tomorrow."
"We will also go tomorrow."
"I suppose I missed the chance to say goodbye."
"I'll keep writing to you."
"I will too."
"I'll blow you away."
A tear rolled down Lissana's cheek. Just days ago, she had to part from her priest, and now she would have to say goodbye to Tarik — the one who held a special place in her heart.
Tarik wiped her tears away with his thumb and said, "I will always carry you in my heart and wait patiently until we see each other again."
"Tarik..."
"If you told me it wouldn't happen, I'd still promise you this: I'll wait for you. I'm a fairy, and you know my words are true because I can't lie."
"I know what I believe."
The priests called for Tarik. He wished to give Lissana a kiss before saying goodbye, but he knew that would only cause problems, so he held back. Instead, he took her hand and said, "It's time, Lissana."
"Ready," she replied.
Lissana found herself staring as Tarik lingered, and when she could no longer see him, she returned to the store with her mother.
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## A Difficult Choice
In another part of the camp, Barto appeared before the army of the elven kingdom. He wanted to speak to Queen Enora before she left — he needed to decide if he was truly in love with his wife. He didn't want to be just her lover; he wanted a serious relationship. But he knew they were still hiding their connection from the elven realms, and that could never last.
Dantriel tried to turn him away, but Barto refused. "I won't hide. If this is my last chance to speak with the elven queen, I won't lose it out of fear."
He got his chance — but it was far from welcoming. Enora stormed out of her tent, spear in hand. "Damn you, disgrace! How dare you lay your eyes on my daughter!"
Before the situation could spiral into violence, a portal opened and Kiara stepped through. "Stop, Mother! If Barto dies, I die with him! Barto is the man I love, the one I want to be with. I've felt this way for a long time, but I hid it because I knew you wouldn't approve."
Enora was furious, but Kiara's words struck deep. "Mommy, if you're scared of what might happen to me, I'll be fine. It's not the same as what happened to Aunt Sophia. Let me live my life with the person I want to be with, please."
"Whatever you want," Enora finally replied, her annoyance evident as she crossed her arms.
Later, Enora confided in Dantriel on a sand dune under the night sky. "It's just that I can't forget what happened with my sister. She fell in love with a human, and now she's dead. I don't want to lose my daughter, Dantriel."
"If you continue refusing to accept this relationship, you'll be making the same mistakes of the past. Don't miss this opportunity; you can even set your conditions. If you fear that this boy could harm Princess Kiara, having him around will be better so you can keep an eye on him."
Enora kissed Dantriel and said, "Thank you."
"You have nothing to thank me for, my queen. I'm only advising you."
The next day, Enora went to pick up Kiara. "If he loves you the way you love him, and if he's willing to leave everything behind to be with you, then let me give him this opportunity to prove himself."
Kiara's heart soared. "Are you really going to let me go to Arkala?!"
"Yes, because I don't want to lose you, Kiara. I'll allow you to accompany us to Arkala, but if there's anything to regret, I will cast him out like a dog in my kingdom."
Kiara found Barto and threw herself into his arms. "My mother has approved of us being together!"
"Will you come with me?" she asked eagerly.
" I would go with you to the ends of the earth if you asked me to."
The two went to say goodbye to Abril, who hugged Kiara warmly. "I hope you are very happy, Kiara."
"I hope you can recover what you have lost," Kiara replied.
A shadow of sadness crossed Abril's face. "I'm sure it's here. I just hope it doesn't take too long."
When Kiara and Barto left the shop, Cassian entered a little later. "Everyone's gone. We should also leave and return."
"Aby, are you okay?" Cassian asked.
"Honestly, no, but I can't break down right now. Lissana and my kingdom need me."
"I will support you in whatever you need."
"Thank you, Cassian. I need all the help I can get right now."
"I believe Alessandro sacrificed himself knowing he would return."
"After thinking about it all night, I believe that too, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt my heart." Abril looked at her left hand, where the mark of marriage had completely vanished. "I'm afraid Alessandro will return to find that I'm no longer here to be his wife."
Cassian understood Abril's fears perfectly, as he too was on the verge of losing the woman he loved. He knew all too well that fear and doubt could easily overshadow love.
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a chapter this was! My heart is still pounding from the emotional roller coaster. From the devastating sacrifice of Alessandro — a father's final act of love and courage — to Lissana's divine empowerment and her triumphant destruction of the Dark King, this chapter delivered both gut-wrenching tragedy and exhilarating victory in equal measure. The scene where Lissana kissed her priest's blood-soaked forehead and vowed vengeance brought tears to my eyes, while Uzziel's unexpected heroism defending the city gave me chills. And the quiet goodbyes — Tarik's promise to wait, Kiara and Barto's desperate love, Abril's hollow grief — each farewell cut deeper than the last. This chapter reminds us that even in victory, war leaves scars that may never fully heal. The pacing was superb, the emotional beats were perfectly placed, and the divine intervention added a layer of epic mythology to the tale. I am utterly captivated.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
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## Next Chapter Prediction
With the Dark King slain and the war officially over, the surviving heroes must now navigate the fragile peace that follows. I predict the next chapter will focus on the return to their respective kingdoms — Lissana and Abril returning to Cosset to reunite with Uzziel, who now carries the weight of having used his forbidden powers so recklessly. Meanwhile, in the Forest of Harth, Cassiel will begin the long and uncertain process of restoring Alessandro's body, and we may finally learn more about the mystical tree connected to the sky. Tarik's promise to wait for Lissana will surely be tested by time and distance, and Abril's fear of losing her husband forever may drive her to desperate measures. Will Alessandro truly return? And what consequences await Uzziel for his explosive display of power?
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