Chapter 37. The Death of a Friend? Or the Death of a Traitor?

  The servants of Darkness froze, their crimson eyes locked onto the half-blood. She was still breathing heavily, her fingers trembling from exhaustion.

  Realizing that the power was no longer on their side, the dark creatures exchanged glances before, one by one, dissolving into the thick, ominous shadows. Their roars faded away, leaving the battlefield empty.

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  But victory brought no joy.

  Beligor lay on the cold ground, his pale eyes losing their light. Blood slowly spread across his cloak. He weakly lifted his head, trying to smile.

  — Take… care… of yourselves… — he whispered before his breath ceased.

  Silence.

  Leonel stared at him, unable to believe what had happened. Beligor—the one they had considered an outsider, the one they had been ready to cast away—now lay before them, having sacrificed himself.

  — No… — he murmured, clenching his fists.

  The half-blood lowered her head, her lips trembling. Grief gripped them all, piercing their hearts like an icy blade.

  They had won. But at what cost?