Chapter 395: The Sacrifice

Astrid's POV

The heat of the amulet's power surged through me, fire and ice clawing at my very core. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the end, ready to accept the pain that would come. This was it.

But before the energy could consume me, a sudden, powerful force slammed into my side, sending me sprawling to the ground.

I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock. The world spun for a moment before I steadied myself, and when I looked up, my heart stopped.

Rowena stood where I had been, her hands firmly on the amulet, the blinding glow of its energy engulfing her.

Our eyes met. For a fleeting moment, there was no coldness in her gaze, no calculation-only peace.

"Rowena, no!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and said nothing.

The energy erupted from the amulet, a searing light that forced me to shield my face.

"No!" the Rogue King's voice boomed, his fury cutting through the chaos.

The light intensified, consuming everything around us until it was impossible to see.

When the light finally faded, the clearing was eerily silent.

I lowered my hands, my heart pounding as I took in the scene. The amulet lay shattered into countless tiny pieces, glittering like dust across the broken altar.

And there, lying still on the ground, was Rowena.

Her lifeless eyes stared up at the sky, her hands frozen in place where they had clutched the amulet.

Rowena was gone, and the

faint crackle of the shattered altar and the occasional groan of the injured. My heart hammered

I couldn't breathe.

caused so much pain. Rowena, who had betrayed us time and

pushed me aside. She had taken the amulet's power into

Why?

selfish, always calculating, always serving her own interests. She had

knees giving out beneath me as I knelt beside her. My hand hovered over

so sharp and unfeeling, now stared blankly

clawing at me. "Why?" I whispered,

broke through my thoughts. He stood a few steps away, his golden eyes wide and unfocused as he stared

voice hoarse.

steps uneven. He sank to his knees beside her, his hand reaching out hesitantly to touch

His jaw tightened, and a guttural sound escaped his

"You—” He choked on the words, his hands gripping her arm tightly. "You weren't

streamed down

grief that tore through him like a storm. For so

source of

death would bring relief, even justice. But now

his voice shaking.

He pressed his forehead to her arm, his shoulders

saved all of

of

his face a mask of fury. His eyes blazed with unbridled rage

ovel

body and the

voice echoing through the clearing.

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