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Chapter 6 - The Awakening of the Queen

For one agonizing second, nothing happened.

Then, the world exploded into blinding white light.

A shockwave of pure, ancient energy blasted outward from the pedestal, shattering the stone benches around the amphitheater and sending the lesser elders tumbling backward onto the floor. The Aegis Blade didn't poison Eloin; instead, it drank in her touch, its surface igniting with brilliant, blinding blue flames.

The silver symbols across Eloin’s skin blazed with celestial fire. Her black hair whipped around her shoulders in an invisible gale, and her voice—when she spoke—carried the booming, multi-layered echo of a sovereign spirit.

"I am Eloin of the First Eclipse," she proclaimed, her voice echoing off the high stone walls with absolute authority. "By blood, by right, and by fire, I claim my throne!"

The blade lifted itself from the pedestal, floating effortlessly above her palm before settling into her grip as if it had been waiting for her for centuries.

High Elder Morgran fell heavily to his knees, his ancient head bowed so low it touched the dirt. One by one, every single elder and pack leader in the amphitheater dropped to their bellies, overcome by the sheer, crushing weight of the royal aura radiating from the newly awakened queen.

Even Cassian stood frozen for a moment, a rare look of absolute awe washing over his fierce features.

As the blazing light faded, Eloin lowered the sword, her breath coming in heavy gasps. The overwhelming power receded back beneath her skin, leaving her dizzy, but standing tall.

Cassian was across the stone floor in a heartbeat. He didn't care about the watching elders or protocol; he swept her up into his arms, burying his face in her neck as he inhaled her scent.

"My queen," Cassian whispered fiercely against her skin, his voice thick with uncontainable emotion. "My soul."

"I told you," Eloin smiled weakly, resting her head against his shoulder, "I'm not just an orphan."

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Yet, even as the applause and submission of the packs echoed through the arena, high up in the shadow of the western tower, a dark, hooded figure lowered a smoking crystal ball.

"Let them celebrate," a venomous voice hissed into the empty corridor. "The true trap has only just been sprung."

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