The city of Caldris woke to screams.
The monsters descended upon the capital in the dead of night, moving through the streets like shadows, hunting the guards and loyalists of the royal family. Fire spread through the city, illuminating the chaos.
In the throne room, King Edric and Prince Aldric stood frozen as Evelyne entered, draped in black, her eyes glowing with the power of her lineage. Alec flanked her side, his bow drawn.
Aldric stepped forward. "Evelyne, this is madness! You don't have to do this!"
She laughed coldly. "You tried to kill me. My bloodline. And now you beg?" She took a step closer, her voice a deadly whisper. "You betrayed my love. Now, you will pay the price."
The king tried to call for his guards, but the monsters had already silenced them. With a single nod from Evelyne, the creatures lunged forward.
The throne of Vaelmor was bathed in blood that night.
When it was over, Evelyne stood above the corpses of the royal family. The people of Vaeloria, long oppressed by the tyrannical rule, gathered in the streets, watching in stunned silence.
She stepped onto the castle balcony, gazing down at the crowd. "Your king is dead! The Blackthorne bloodline has returned! And I am your new ruler!"
There was a moment of uncertainty. Then, a single voice shouted—Hail, Queen Evelyne! Another followed. Then another. Until the city roared with her name.
Alec watched from the shadows, a smirk playing on his lips. The girl he had once protected had become something far greater.
Something unstoppable.