He released the Acolyte, the overwhelming pressure of his power filling the air. “Where did you send Elara?!”
Before the Acolyte could speak, Kaelen’s lieutenant, Ryker, rushed over with a scroll from the Moirai.
Ryker bowed. “My lord, the Fates have confirmed it. The thread that was severed belonged to Lady Elara.”
Kaelen staggered back. “So, the one who just jumped…” his voice was hoarse.
Lightning flashed.
Ryker dropped to his knees. “My lord, please calm your anger. But Lady Elara has entered the cycle. He past… her past is washed away in the Lethe!”
Her past is erased?
Kaelen let out a strangled groan, blood spilling from his lips.
Will she forget me completely? Reincarnated, would his Elara love another man as she had once loved him?
An overwhelming despair washed over him.
“Elara, please, don’t play games with me anymore, 1-1-” He couldn’t speak, his throat choked with sobs.
I watched his agony from above, a sense of release washing over me.
Then, a soft blue light enveloped me. On the surface of the waters of Lethe below, images began to appear They were my memories, being stripped away.
At seventeen, my embroidery was clumsy, so Kaelen had woven my wedding dress from threads of moonli ght himself.
At nineteen, I became his bride, but on our wedding night, he died protecting me.
For the next forty years, he waited for me here while I cared for his mortal family.
Until my soul returned, and we were reunited.
Watching these scenes of our past happiness, I smiled peacefully. Kaelen, however, was weeping.
So, the peerless King of Shades could cry.
Then, the waters showed the scene from that night. Him and Lyra inside, the candlelight flickering, while stood outside, wounded and watching.
Kaelen froze, his eyes wide with shock. He never imagined I would find out.
The scene shifted. Lyra, pouring me wine.
Her voice was crystal clear.
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