Chapter 118 When Sacrifice Meets Destiny

• The Queen’s breath catches in her throat, the weight of the Moon Goddess’s ultimatum pressing down on her like chains of fire. Her lips part, but no words come.
• To give up her soul means obliteration—no return, no second chance. Malik would laugh, even from the pit of hell where he had been cast forever, triumphant in her erasure. She can almost hear it: his cruel, mocking cackle echoing in the corners of her mind.
• Her hands tremble at her sides, fingers curling into fists. Still, she does not flinch from the truth. If she had not destroyed him, Veydris would have devoured their world and countless others. Thousands of lives would have been lost. Her sacrifice—her everything—had been worth it.