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Perhaps the Fates themselves took pity on me.
After jumping into the Chasm, I didn’t immediately reincarnate. I heard a faint, sighing voice, and then my
soul began to float upwards, carried by a gentle breeze, hovering above the abyss.
I saw Kaelen appear, his face pale as he rushed towards the edge. He reached out desperately, trying to
catch my falling form, but his hands closed on empty air.
The always proud King of Shades trembled as he picked up the red jade earring I had dropped. He knew it well. He had given it to me on our wedding day.
“Elara, Elara…” he murmured, his eyes filling with a desperate panic.
His face was now paler than the shades around him. He clutched the earring, his voice trembling. “Whose thread… whose thread was just cut by the Fates?”
The Acolyte before him bowed his head, his voice clear but laced with irony. “It was… Lady Elara’s.”
The words hit Kaelen like a physical blow. His knees buckled, and he collapsed. He struggled to his feet and grabbed the Acolyte by the collar.
‘What madness are you spouting? How could Elara choose this? Impossible! She loves me, she would never leave me alone!” he roared, almost hysterically.
I floated in the air and scoffed.
Yes, just as I had once believed in his vows so completely that I gave up my next life to stay with him.
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