ain tore through Selena’s body like wildfire.
She collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving ground, her breath ragged as the queen drained her power. It wasn’t just magic being stripped from her—it was her very essence, unraveling thread by thread. The darkness clung to her skin, seeping into her veins, dragging her deeper into the abyss she had fought so hard to escape.
Selena gritted her teeth, forcing herself to move, to fight back. But her limbs refused to obey. The throne room pulsed with shadowed energy, the walls shifting as if they were alive, breathing in unison with the queen standing before her.
The queen—her own reflection, twisted into something unrecognizable.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” the queen murmured, her voice a haunting echo of Selena’s own. She stepped closer, obsid
