The toll of the Bell of Eurion echoed across the mountains, a sound that seemed to vibrate in Priam's bones. He stared at the locket in his hand, its glow intensifying with each mournful chime. Elara's words hung between them like a blade.
*A life for a life.*
"No," he said hoarsely, shaking his head. "There has to be another way. The Veil—the curse—it's tied to Kael's sins, not mine. I'm not *him*."
Elara's eyes were haunted. "But you carry his soul, his legacy. And you exist between worlds. The curse doesn't care about your intentions, Priam. It only demands balance."
He stepped back, clutching the locket until his knuckles turned white. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose to become him!"
"Neither did I," she whispered. "But here we are."
The air around them grew colder, the sky darkening as though the sun itself recoiled from the bell's resonance. In the distance, the Temple of Ashra loomed atop a jagged peak, its obsidian spires piercing the clouds. Priam had read about it in the novel—a place of ancient magic, where the Veil Between Worlds was thinnest. Where Kael had first tasted true power.
And where Priam would now meet his end.
"We have to go to the temple," Elara said, her voice steadier now. "The ritual must be performed at the heart of the Veil. If we don't act before the next full moon, the curse will consume everything."
"And if we do?" Priam asked, though he already knew the answer.
Elara's gaze dropped. "The Veil will mend. The curse will be lifted. But the anchor… the anchor will be lost."
*Lost.* The word felt like a death sentence.
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They rode in silence, the weight of the unspoken pressing down on them. Priam's mind raced, torn between desperation and resolve. He had come to this world to rewrite Kael's story, to save Elara—not to die for a destiny he never chose. Yet every glance at her, every memory of her laughter and her strength, twisted the knife deeper.
As night fell, they made camp in the shadow of the temple's foothills. Elara built a fire while Priam paced, the locket burning against his chest like a brand.
"You should rest," she said, her voice gentle. "Tomorrow will be…"
"What?" he snapped, sharper than he intended. "Tragic? Poetic? Another chapter in your cursed story?"
She flinched, and guilt surged through him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I just… I don't know how to do this."
Elara stood, closing the distance between them. "You don't have to do it alone."
Her hand brushed his, and he turned to face her. The firelight danced in her eyes, softening the edges of her sorrow.
"When I first met you—*truly* met you—I thought you were a ghost," she said quietly. "A shadow of the man who destroyed everything I loved. But you're not. You're… different. And I—" Her voice broke. "I don't want to lose you."
Priam cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the tears on her cheeks. "You won't," he lied.
She kissed him then, slow and deep, a kiss that tasted of hope and goodbye. For a moment, the world narrowed to the feel of her lips, the warmth of her skin, the unspoken promise between them.
But the bell tolled again, louder now, and the moment shattered.
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The Temple of Ashra was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers.
Ancient runes lined the walls, their meanings lost to time. The air hummed with a primal energy, as though the stones themselves remembered the blood spilled there. Priam and Elara navigated the corridors by torchlight, their footsteps echoing in the hollow silence.
At the heart of the temple, they found the Chamber of the Veil. A massive archway dominated the room, its frame carved with intricate sigils. Beyond it, the air shimmered like water, a distorted reflection of the world they knew. The Veil.
In the center of the chamber stood an altar, stained black with centuries of sacrificial offerings. Above it hung the Bell of Eurion, its surface etched with the same runes as the locket.
Elara's breath hitched. "This is where my mother died. Kael used her blood to fracture the Veil and claim its power."
Priam's stomach turned. "And now they want mine."
She gripped his arm. "We don't have to do this. We can find another way—"
"There *is* no other way," he said, stepping toward the altar. "If I don't do this, the curse will destroy both our worlds. And you…" He turned to her, his voice softening. "You deserve to live, Elara. To rebuild your kingdom. To be free."
Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head. "Not without you."
He pressed the locket into her hand, folding her fingers around it. "This was never mine. It's yours. Just like my heart."
The bell began to ring on its own, a deafening peal that shook the temple. The Veil rippled, and shadows seeped through the archway—twisted, half-formed shapes that clawed at the air. The curse was unraveling.
Priam climbed onto the altar, lying back as the cold stone leached the warmth from his body. Elara collapsed beside him, her hands trembling as she clutched the locket.
"I love you," he whispered. "In every world, in every story… I love you."
She kissed him one last time, her tears falling onto his lips. "Then stay."
But the ritual had already begun. The runes on the altar glowed crimson, and Priam's vision blurred as the Veil reached for him, pulling him into the void.
The last thing he saw was Elara's face, fierce and broken, as she screamed his name.
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**To Be Continued…**