Chapter 238: The Last War

The moment Lilia died, something inside Bella broke.

Not in pain.

Not in regret.

But in relief.

It was over.

The war.

The past.

Everything.

Dante pulled her into his arms, pressing his forehead to hers, their breath mingling in the cold air.

"It's over," he murmured.

Bella's chest ached.

Because for the first time in years—

It really was.

And she could finally breathe.