Arnar glanced amidst the once bustling city, now a ghostly shell of its former grandeur. The streets that had once teemed with life were now empty and abandoned, echoed with the haunting silence of betrayal.
His gaze wandered across the desolate landscape, taking in the remnants of a once-thriving civilization.
A heavy sigh escaped Arnar's lips as his eyes settled upon Eira once again.
. His heart ached at the sight of her lifeless form, her skin now tinged with an ethereal blue hue. Leaning closer, he traced the delicate contours of her face with a trembling hand.
He admired her long, dark eyelashes that framed her mesmerizing eyes, her small nose, and the arch of her thin eyebrows.
Her lips, plump and inviting, held a tenderness that had always stirred something within him. And her skin, so soft and delicate, carried a unique radiance that captivated him every time he laid eyes upon her.
The anger within Arnar burned hot, the flames of betrayal danced in his eyes.
How dare his wives, his companions, take the life of the most innocent and beautiful among them? The desire for revenge swelled within him, a tempest of fury that threatened to consume him whole.
He leaned even closer, his breath mingled with Eira's still form, and in a hushed voice, he spoke with remorse, "I apologize for abandoning you at the moment when you needed me the most." His eyes closed, shutting out the world around him as his hand rested gently upon her chest.
With a surge of life-infused power flowing from his palm, Arnar willed the energy to revive the delicate rhythm within Eira's medium-sized chest.
The warmth of his touch permeated her skin, bringing a glimmer of hope to the lifeless form before him.
And then, in a moment that felt suspended in time, Eira's eyes fluttered open.
The vibrant hues of life flooded back into her gaze, meeting Arnar's, confusion filled her face. She blinked, taking in the sight of her beloved king, her savior.
As the realisation of her revival dawned upon her, Eira's lips quivered, and she whispered, "My king... you brought me back."
A bittersweet smile graced Arnar's lips as he nodded. "Yes, my love. And together, we shall seek justice and reclaim what is rightfully ours."
In that moment, the spark of vengeance burned brighter within Arnar's heart.
He had been wronged, and he would not rest until his wives faced the consequences of their treacherous deeds.
Arnar's heart harbored a cruel desire: to dismantle their bodies, feed the remnants to monsters, erase their souls, and annihilate their honor and reputation by giving them to mere orcs to rape the corpses.
That would be the greatest revenge he could hope for; nothing was more satisfying than seeing his now enemies suffer horribly in pain and agony.
He imagined the betrayal of his three wives, how he wanted them suffering, tortured by multiple men at once.
He envisioned their screams as they were ravaged and violated, while he watched with joy and excitement from afar. In that way he would truly exact revenge on them.
"My king... the kingdom..." Eira's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face, her gentle palms shielded her eyes.
She desperately sought answers amidst the chaos that enveloped them.
Arnar remained silent, as he strode purposefully towards the great hall where the sacred elven heart resided.
Its absence rendered his power empty, for it was the very essence that defined his kingship—the heart of the selfless elf who had sacrificed himself for their people, leaving behind a legacy of power and protection.
The grand hall greeted him with its lofty ceiling adorned by cascading veils of intertwined trees and shimmering silver dust.
But the sight that met his eyes shattered his composure—the glass encasement protecting the sacred heart had been shattered, its contents stolen.
"As I felt so…l
A surge of fury coursed through his veins as he surveyed the desecrated chamber, realizing that the three elemental forces that had stood alongside the heart were also missing—taken by his treacherous wives.
Though his jaw clenched tightly, Arnar maintained an eerie calmness as he uttered words with purpose, "Eira, we have a task to fulfill." His gaze fixated on her, conveying the gravity of their mission.
It encompassed not only the annihilation of his wives and the humans who dared to covet the elven power, but a ruthless eradication of the demons that plagued their lands.
His mind was consumed by a singular purpose—to ensure that only the purest essence of the Elven race remained in that realm, untainted by external threats.