Chapter 195 The Feeling Of Death

• ~ Elara ~
• Everything slowed as the sword pierced my stomach, the sharp pain almost paralyzing. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I looked down at the steel protruding from my abdomen, the blood pouring from the wound in terrifying red streams. I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. It felt like the world was shifting under me, spiraling into an abyss I had no control over.
• I looked up, and there he stood—Draven, his face twisted in fury and satisfaction. His eyes gleamed with a dark madness, a shrill cry still hanging in the air as he twisted the blade further. Blood spilled from my mouth, warm and metallic, as I let out a strangled gasp, my vision blurring.