The room dimmed, the Veil's mist recoiling from the altar, the whispers faltering.
Leon's breath came in ragged bursts, his hips twitching into her, her moans turning sharp, needy, purging the curse with every fervent flick of her tongue.
Zara stood to the side, arms folded, her blue eyes unreadable but approving, her axe ready, guarding the sanctum.
Light erupted from Lysette's body—golden, violent.
A glowing sigil ignited beneath her hip, blooming like a divine brand, its radiance banishing the crimson mist.
Her moan cracked as Leon came, hot and thick, his release flooding her mouth.
She swallowed with a raw groan, her lips sealed, her throat twitching, tears running freely—not from pain, but from something sacred, overwhelming.
Her emerald eyes locked on his, bright with trust, her body trembling as she pulled back, her mouth red, slick, jaw slack.
"It's done," she whispered, her voice hoarse, lips glistening.
