Chapter 15 - The Fallen King
With a single wave of the corrupted Sun-Scepter, Aurelian unleashed a massive wave of void magic that swept across the field, shattering the knights' shields and extinguishing the Sol-Phoenix's flames in an instant.
The golden bird tumbled from the sky, shrinking back into its small hawk form as it landed weakly on Elara’s shoulder.
"Aurelian! Stop!" Elara screamed, stepping out in front of the remaining knights. She lowered her sword, letting the tip rest against the dark earth. "It is me! Elara!"
The corrupted king hovered closer, his obsidian boots touching the edge of the cliff. He tilted his head, his burning eyes locking onto her face. A visible shudder ran through his massive frame, as if two powerful forces were warring inside his mind.
"E... lara...?" his voice rasped, sounding fragile and human for a fraction of a second.
"Yes! Look at me!" Elara took a step forward, holding out her bare hand. "You survived! We survived! Come home!"
Suddenly, the black crown-symbol etched into Aurelian’s dark chest plate flared with violent purple magic. His hands twitched, and his eyes lost their human warmth, snapping back to pure, cold void energy.
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"The King is dead," Aurelian barked in a double-toned, demonic voice. "Only the Void remains!"
He struck his scepter against the ground. The earth beneath Elara and Lyra collapsed completely, sending mother and daughter falling into the pitch-black abyss of the Void Chasm.
