Chapter 250

Still Dante’s Point of View:

The night was still bleeding when she appeared.

The battlefield lay in ruin — ash scattered like snow, smoke curling toward a trembling moon.

My warriors stood silent, their heads bowed, too afraid to move, too reverent to speak.

Elara slept against my chest, her heartbeat steady — fragile, but alive.

That was all that mattered.

Until the air shifted.

The scent of the