A blood-red moon hung in the sky.
News spread like wildfire through the kingdom—Lyriana, the elf healer who once saved Arin's life in secret, had been captured by the ruthless Crimson King Varyon, ruler of the Shadowlands.
"He dared to cross into Elven territory… just to provoke me," Arin growled, his eyes glowing with fury.
Freya clenched her frostblade. "Then let's freeze his arrogance."
Celestia stepped beside him. "We fight not just for Lyriana… but for every soul he's broken."
The journey to the Shadowlands was brutal—dark forests, cursed rivers, and whispers from the abyss itself. But Arin pressed forward, his wives by his side, their powers united.
Inside the obsidian fortress of Varyon, the Crimson King sat on his throne of skulls, a smug grin on his face.
"You came for her," he sneered. "The elf girl who defied me."
Lyriana hung suspended in a cage of black vines, weak but still radiating divine light. "Arin… you came," she whispered.
Without a word, Arin drew his blade—light clashing against darkness.
The battle was monstrous. Varyon was no ordinary foe. Every strike he dealt burned like fire and ice. But Arin, fueled by rage and love, unleashed the Abyssal Flame—the hidden power he had sworn never to use again.
With one final blow, Arin drove his blade through Varyon's heart.
The Crimson King gasped. "So… you've become... the true Sovereign of Light and Shadow..."
His body crumbled into dust.
The vines faded. Lyriana fell—but landed in Arin's arms.
"You never forgot me," she said, her voice shaking.
"I never could."
She rested her hand on his cheek. "Then let me walk this path with you… not as a healer… but as your queen."
Freya gave a nod of approval. "Welcome to the chaos."
Lilith grinned. "We've got space in the west wing."
As the fortress collapsed, the party fled—a new bond formed in blood and rescue.
That night, beneath the silver stars, Arin and Lyriana stood alone. Her elven glow shimmered against his skin as she whispered ancient vows in his ear—words of loyalty, love… and desire.
Their lips met, sealing a connection that had waited years in silence.
And the kingdom? It now had another queen—graceful, fierce, and endlessly devoted.
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[TO BE CONTINUED…]