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Chapter 18 - Breaking the Final Chain

With a fierce roar, Rowan channeled the absorbed energy back through the earth, sending a shockwave of golden light rippling up the rocky slope. The wave struck Malakor’s position, shattering the obsidian staff into a thousand glittering pieces and knocking the Inquisitor violently off his feet.

Seeing their leader fall, the remaining temple guards panicked, dropping their weapons and fleeing into the dense pine forests of the Gray Mountains.

Captain Darius strode over, kicking a discarded suppression stone away with his boot, and looked up at the ridge. "Shall I send a squad to hunt them down, Your Highness?"

"No," Rowan said, releasing Evelyne’s hand just enough to help her steady her breathing. "They won't be coming back. They've lost their power."

Evelyne turned to Rowan, her eyes shining with deep admiration and boundless love. She reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of tangled black hair from his forehead. "You saved us all again."

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"We saved each other," Rowan corrected softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

King Alaric walked over, clapping a heavy, approving hand onto Rowan’s shoulder. The king's face was beaming with profound gratitude and pride. "Well fought, my boy. It seems the ancient legends were right after all. The crown and the wild are finally as one."

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