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Chapter 137: The Price

The air in Malakhor’s stronghold had grown thick, suffocating. It wasn’t just the weight of the shadows swirling around them but the palpable tension among the group. Every breath felt like it carried the weight of impending doom. Malakhor’s dark power roiled at the center of the chamber, a vortex of shadowy tendrils threatening to consume everything in its path.
Finn gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles white as he stared into the eye of the storm. Lysandra had disappeared into the darkness, and his heart ached with the possibility that she was lost to him forever. Malakhor stood at the far end of the chamber, his figure barely visible through the twisting shadows, a cruel smile playing on his lips as if he knew they were all out of options.
“We have to stop this,” Maelis shouted over the roar of the dark energy swirling around them. Her voice was strained, desperation creeping into her usual calm tone. “We’re running out of time!”
Alaric, standing with one hand pressed against his wounded side, looked grim. His face was pale from the strain of both the physical toll of battle and the emotional burden of leadership. He had led them this far, but at what cost? His gaze shifted to the ancient artifact they had discovered earlier, its faint glow the only thing cutting through the suffocating darkness.
“The artifact,” Alaric said, his voice quiet but filled with resolve. “It’s the only way.”
Finn turned to face him, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. We don’t even fully understand how it works. What if it kills you?”
Alaric’s eyes met Finn’s, and for the first time, Finn saw the guilt that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. “I’ve made too many mistakes, Finn. I’ve led us into trap after trap, and now Lysandra is gone—taken by the darkness because of my choices.”
“No,” Finn snapped, stepping closer, his voice filled with intensity. “You’ve led us this far because we trusted you. We all made choices, not just you. Don’t think for one second you have to carry this burden alone.”
Maelis stepped forward, her voice calm but urgent. “Alaric, you’re injured. You can’t wield the artifact. You wouldn’t survive.”
“I know,” Alaric said, his voice heavy with acceptance. “That’s why it has to be me. I’m the leader. I take responsibility.”
Finn’s heart hammered in his chest, panic rising at the thought of losing not only Lysandra but also Alaric. “No,” he said firmly, his voice shaking with emotion. “There has to be another way. We can’t just sacrifice you.”
Alaric took a deep breath, his eyes filled with the weight of his decision. “There is no other way, Finn. This is what leaders do. They make the hard choices.”
Finn felt a lump forming in his throat, his vision blurring with unshed tears. “Alaric, please… don’t do this.”
But Alaric was already moving toward the artifact, his expression one of grim determination. The ancient relic hummed with a strange, ominous power, its glow intensifying as Alaric approached. The closer he got, the more the shadows seemed to recoil, as if they feared the power within the artifact.
Maelis watched him, her brow furrowed with concern. “Alaric… there’s no coming back from this.”
“I know,” Alaric replied softly. He reached out a trembling hand toward the artifact, his fingers inches away from its surface.
“Stop!” Finn’s voice cracked as he rushed forward, grabbing Alaric by the arm. “You don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way.”
“There is no other way,” Alaric said, his voice breaking with emotion. “Lysandra is gone, Finn. If we don’t stop Malakhor now, more than just her will be lost. Everyone we care about—everything—will be consumed by the darkness. I won’t let that happen.”
The raw pain in Alaric’s voice hit Finn like a punch to the gut. He knew Alaric was right, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Not like this. Not with another loss. He had already lost so much.
“I’m begging you,” Finn whispered, his voice barely audible over the chaos around them. “Please… don’t make me lose you too.”
Alaric’s expression softened, and for a moment, it looked as if he might reconsider. But then, his jaw clenched, and the determination returned to his eyes. “This is my choice, Finn. And it’s the right one.”
Finn released his grip on Alaric’s arm, his heart sinking. He knew there was nothing he could say to change his friend’s mind. Alaric had made up his mind, and nothing short of a miracle would stop him from going through with it.
Just as Alaric reached for the artifact, a voice rang out from the shadows, clear and filled with defiance.
“No.”
Everyone turned, their eyes widening as Lysandra emerged from the swirling darkness, her figure half-shrouded in shadow but her gaze piercing and resolute. She looked different—there was a darkness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before—but she was still Lysandra. She was still fighting.
“Lysandra!” Finn gasped, relief and fear warring within him. He took a step toward her, but she held up a hand, stopping him.
“This ends with me,” Lysandra said, her voice steady but filled with sorrow. “I’m the one who fell into the darkness. I’m the one who must bring it to an end.”
Alaric stared at her, his hand frozen inches from the artifact. “Lysandra… you can’t. The artifact—”
“I know what it will cost,” Lysandra interrupted, her gaze locking onto his. “But I’m not afraid of the price. I’m the only one who can do this. The darkness inside me—Malakhor’s power—it’s connected to me now. If anyone else uses the artifact, it will consume them. But I can wield it. I can stop him.”
Finn shook his head, his voice breaking. “No… no, Lysandra, you can’t. I won’t let you.”
Lysandra’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her expression filled with both love and sorrow. “Finn… you have to let me do this. I’ve seen what the darkness can do. I’ve felt it inside me, and I won’t let it take me. I won’t let it take any of you.”
Tears welled up in Finn’s eyes as he struggled to speak. “But if you use the artifact… you might not survive.”
Lysandra stepped closer, her hand gently cupping Finn’s cheek. “I know. But if it means stopping Malakhor… if it means saving all of you… then it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”
Finn’s heart shattered as he realized there was no changing her mind. He could see the determination in her eyes, the same strength that had always drawn him to her. But now, that strength was leading her toward a sacrifice he couldn’t bear.
“I love you,” Finn whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I can’t lose you.”
Lysandra’s eyes filled with tears as she leaned in, pressing her forehead against his. “I love you too, Finn. And that’s why I have to do this... for us, for everyone.”
Alaric, still frozen by the artifact, watched the exchange with a pained expression. He wanted to stop her, to take the burden from her shoulders, but he knew she was right. She was the only one who could wield the power without being consumed by it.
With a deep breath, Lysandra stepped away from Finn and toward the artifact, her hand trembling as she reached for it. The shadows around them seemed to hiss in anticipation, sensing what was about to happen.
As her fingers brushed the surface of the artifact, a surge of power rushed through the room, and the darkness recoiled, as if in fear. Lysandra gasped as the energy flooded her, the connection between her and the artifact sparking to life.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But just as the power began to build, a low, malevolent laugh echoed through the chamber. Malakhor stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with dark triumph.
“You think you can stop me, Lysandra? The darkness is a part of you now. It always will be.”

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