The steps of the Seraph were now becoming heavy as they moved towards the palace. This corridor of the Hajar Valley was no longer like an ordinary path, but with each passing step, the magical pressure in the air was increasing. Elena, who was still in the arms of the Seraph, felt that the 'golden heart' in her chest was no longer just beating, but was flowing through her veins like molten lead. She put her hand on the Seraph's neck and pulled him closer to her, her breath now hitting the Seraph's ears like a warm wave.
"Seraph... Stop!" Elena suddenly whispered. There was such horror in her voice that the Seraph's steps froze there.
In front of them was now a bridge that was suspended on the flames of magical fire, and in the middle of this bridge stood an illusion of the 'Black Serpent'. The reflection was exactly like Elena's, but her dress was soaked in blood and her eyes were empty. "You have taken back the memories, Queen, but will you be able to bear the burden of those memories?" The reflection let out a horrible laugh. "Every memory that brings you closer to Seraph will turn your golden heart an inch more into stone. The more you love him, the sooner you will become a lifeless statue!"
Seraph angrily threw the blue rays of his sword 'Light of the Dragon' at the reflection, but the reflection scattered like smoke and reassembled. "It is only scaring you, Elena! Look at me!" Seraph lowered Elena down and pinned her to the rock, taking her in his arms (Hug). There was no longer any distance between their bodies. Seraph looked into Elena's eyes, where tears and fear were dancing. "If the price of love is to be turned into stone, then I will worship this stone too. I will breathe my soul into every part of you."
Elena yearned and took Seraph's lips in hers. This kiss (Lip Kiss) was like a war—on one hand, that golden heart was cooling her, and on the other, the heat of Seraph's love was melting her. The intensity of this touch was so great that the magical fire under the bridge turned blue. Elena's hands tightened on Seraph's waist, her nails tore through Seraph's clothes and embedded themselves in his flesh, as if she wanted to erase the fear of separation from him.
During this romantic encounter, a bright golden light emerged from Elena's chest and tore through the ethereal reflection. The reflection disappeared with a scream, but as it went, it shook the pillars of the bridge. The ground began to crack rapidly and black lightning began to fall from the sky. Seraph held Elena's hand tightly and pulled her towards the other end of the bridge.
"We don't have to stop, Elena! This path is closing!" Seraph shouted. From behind, the bridge was falling into a river of fire like a crumbling dream. As soon as they reached the far edge of the bridge, Elena's foot slipped and she fell towards a deep chasm. Seraph put his hand on Elena's waist with lightning speed and pulled her towards him and fell to the ground himself, while Elena fell on top of him.
In the midst of this fall, when they were both on top of each other, time seemed to stand still. Seraph's eyes were fixed on Elena's face, which looked like a goddess in the dim moonlight. Elena's scattered locks were touching Seraph's face. Seraph took Elena's face in his hands and wiped the golden tears that were coming out of the corners of her eyes with his lips. "You are worth a lot, Elena, but you are my universe," the Seraph said passionately and gave Elena a soft kiss on the forehead.
Elena rested her head on Seraph's chest, hearing his heart beating faster than her own golden heart. "Serap, if we reach the palace and I change again... then remind me who I am. Never leave me alone."
The Seraph hugged her tighter. "Never, Elena. Never!"
They both stood up, but their senses were blown away by the sight in front of them. The palace, which had once shone like silver, was now hidden in a black mist as if someone had wrapped it in a black sheet. Birds were flying in the opposite direction from the palace towers, a sign that time had begun to reverse. The ground shook beneath the feet of Seraph and Elena as they stood in front of the palace's main gate. The magnificent silver palace, once a symbol of the greatness of the serpent people, now looked like a horrible cemetery. The black fog spreading in the air was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. The birds flying in the opposite direction and the strange whispering of the winds testified that 'time' here was now dancing to the signals of the black serpent.
Seraph held Elena's hand tighter. "Be careful, Elena, the air here has become poisonous now," he whispered. As they approached the palace's large silver gate, they saw that the guards there were no longer living soldiers of flesh and blood, but had turned into stone statues with the fear of death frozen on their faces.
The ancient carving on the door was now black and a thick substance like blood was seeping from it. Elena felt the yearning of her golden heart. As she approached the palace, her heart was hitting the walls of her chest like a hammer. "Seraph... I hear the cries of my parents. They are imprisoned somewhere behind this fog," Elena's voice trembled, but the queenly glory was now returning to her eyes.
Seraph tried to tear through the black fog with the blue light of her sword, 'Noor-e-Azdar'. As soon as the door opened with a painful crack, the sight inside made her hair stand on end. The wheel of time was spinning backwards in the royal corridors. The wax of the falling candles was rising again, and the pictures on the walls were losing their original colours and becoming blurry.
"This is the 'prison of time,'" Seraph said through gritted teeth. "The Black Serpent has frozen time here so that we can never reach our goal."
Suddenly, the Black Serpent's enchanted soldiers emerged from the darkness of the corridor, their eyes burning like coals. Elena pushed the seraph back and raised her hand in the air. A wave of energy surged from her golden heart that forced the soldiers to retreat. "This is my home, and only my will will prevail here!" Elena's voice carried a thunderous roar that shook the walls of the palace.
Amidst the turmoil of the battle, the seraph once again pinned Elena against the wall and took her in his arms (Hug). "Elena, if this fog separates me from you, remember that my soul will always protect your golden heart." The seraph moved emotionally and placed his lips on Elena's forehead. Elena, yearning, put her hands on Seraph's neck and gave him a deep and farewell kiss on his lips, as if she wanted to capture the last warmth of their love before this dangerous battle.
The intensity of this kiss created a protective aura around them, which began to keep the black fog away from them. When they parted, Elena's eyes were not tears but the fire of revenge. "Come on, Seraph! It's time to save my parents."
As they moved towards the main hall, they saw that on the throne were not Elena's parents, but the shadow of the black serpent that had taken possession of Elena's father's body. "Welcome, my daughter! I have been waiting for your 'golden gift,'" the horrifying voice that came from her father's throat echoed throughout the hall.
Will Elena be able to attack her own father? And will Seraph be able to break through this 'time trap' and save Elena's parents, or will they themselves become part of this dark fog?
As soon as they stepped into the main hall of the palace, Seraf and Elena felt as if they had entered the womb of a living being. The silver enamel on the walls had now turned into black metal and was slowly moving, as if it wanted to surround them both.
Enchanted silence and illusion: Suddenly Elena heard her mother's low voice from a corner of the corridor, "Elena! Save us..." Elena ran towards the voice like crazy, but Seraf grabbed her hand with lightning speed, pulled her towards him, and pinned her against the wall and hugged her in his arms (Hug). "Elena, ¡no! These voices are not real, they are just created to test your 'golden heart'. Close your eyes and trust only my heartbeat!"
Elena gasped and rested her head on Seraf's strong chest. Seraf could now feel the yearning of his golden heart in her chest. "Seraph, this place is eating away at my soul. I feel like every moment that passes is taking away my human memories," Elena sobbed. There was a helplessness in her voice that tore at Seraph's heart.
Romantic Resistance: Seraph took Elena's face in both of his hands, his thumbs wiping away the golden tears that were streaming down Elena's cheeks. "As long as I live, no power can take away your memories." Seraph placed his lips on Elena's lips with great intensity and love (Lip Kiss). This kiss was not just an expression of love, but a magical shield that was creating a blue halo around them. The heat of this touch made the black walls of the corridor tremble and those mysterious sounds turned into a scream and fell silent.
Elena tangled her fingers in Seraph's hair, her being melting in Seraph's embrace. The coldness of her golden heart disappeared for a moment and she felt again the same human warmth that had brought her closer to the seraph.
Horrifying revelation: As soon as they parted, their shadows on the ground suddenly separated from them and began to crawl along the walls. Their shadows were no longer under their control, but were dancing at the behest of the black serpent. "Look, seraph! Our own shadows are rebelling against us," Elena exclaimed in horror.
Suddenly, the same illusory reflection of the 'black serpent' emerged from a giant mirror at the end of the hall. This time, it was not in the form of Elena's father, but in the form of Elena herself, the 'heartless queen'. "No matter how much you love, seraph, every brick of this palace is mine now," the reflection laughed so loudly that all the crystals in the chandeliers broke and rained down on the floor like rain.
The seraph hid Elena behind him and raised his sword, 'Light of the Dragon'. "Your magic can only create illusions, but my love is real."
Black birds like bats were now flying in the air, poisonous dust falling from their wings. The suspense was that now they were not facing any soldiers, but their own 'fears' and 'shadows' who were ready to make them enemies of each other.
The black fog that had spread across the main hall of the palace now wrapped around them like a solid entity. Seraph and Elena's own shadows, which had been crawling on the walls like living enemies, had now emerged from under their feet and stood before them. They were not mere reflections, but the embodiment of the darkest fear hidden within them.
Seraph's shadow seemed much more gigantic and terrifying. He waved a black sword, just like Seraph's, in the air. "You want to save her, Seraph?" The shadow's voice seemed to come from a deep abyss. "The more you love her, the faster she will turn to stone. You are not her salvation, but her death."
Seraph stabbed at the shadow with the blue light of his sword, but the sword passed through the air, cutting through the air. At that moment, Elena's shadow tried to grab her neck. Elena let out a cry of anguish and placed her hand on her chest, where her 'golden heart' was now beating dangerously.
Romantic Resistance and Loyalty: Seraph turned back to look at Elena, her condition deteriorating. He ignored all danger and rushed towards Elena and hugged her tightly. "Elena! Don't listen to what these shadows say! They only want to build a wall of doubt between you and me." Seraph pinned Elena against the wall, his own body becoming a shield for Elena.
Elena's eyes, now starting to turn golden again, fixed on Seraph's face. She gripped Seraph's shirt with trembling hands. "Seraph, what if my shadow wins over me? What if I really turn to stone?" Instead of answering, the Seraph rested his forehead on Elena's forehead and then captured her lips with great intensity (Lip Kiss).
This kiss was not an ordinary touch, but all the warmth of the Seraph's soul that he was transferring to Elena's cooling existence. As soon as their lips met, a blue light emerged from the Seraph's body that began to absorb the heat of Elena's golden heart. This romantic and magical union created such an explosion that the black shadows on the walls turned into smoke, screaming in pain.
As soon as the shadows disappeared, the giant chandelier hanging above the hall broke and fell, but hung in the air before hitting the ground. The reverse rotation of time had now accelerated so much that the pieces of crystal scattered on the floor were going back up. The sound of an ancient serpent's rustling echoed in the air, as if the walls of the palace themselves were breathing.
"Look, Seraph!" Elena pointed upwards. The old pictures on the ceiling were now moving. In these pictures, the figures of Elena's ancestors were distorted and black blood was dripping from their eyes and falling down, forming a puddle on the floor.
Suddenly, the large mirror at the end of the hall, which had reflected the image of the black serpent, shattered. Behind the sound of breaking glass, Elena's father's roar was heard, "Elena! Get out of here! This throne is no longer yours!"
Elena and Seraph saw countless black serpents emerging from under the royal throne and moving towards them. These serpents were not ordinary; they had human heads and were calling Elena's name. The countless serpents that had emerged from under the throne had now spread like a black sea across the floor of the hall. Their human heads, which resembled Elena's own, were calling Elena's name in painful voices. The scene was more terrifying than it was, and it pierced Elena's soul.
Seraph swung his sword 'Noor-e-Azdar' with all his might, and the blue lightning that came out of it cut off the heads of several serpents, but those severed heads would grow back and laugh. "Seraph, don't kill them! These are my people who disappeared years ago," Elena shouted. Her golden heart was now becoming heavy in her chest like a burning coal, making it difficult for her to use magic.
The circle of serpents was getting tighter. The seraph backed up, pinning Elena against a large pillar and standing in front of her, his body forming a wall. "I know, Elena, but these are no longer yours. These are puppets of the Black Serpent!" The seraph held Elena's face with one hand, his fingers gently lifting Elena's chin. He looked into Elena's frightened eyes and whispered, "Trust me."
The seraph leaned down and placed his lips next to Elena's ear, then gently placed a longing kiss on her neck. The touch sent a thrill through Elena's entire being, warming the cold waves of her golden heart for a moment. Elena closed her eyes and hugged the seraph tightly. The emotional connection doubled the light of the seraph's sword, as if his love was powering his weapon.
Suddenly, the giant mirror behind the throne was reassembled, but this time it did not reflect Elena's reflection, but her father's imprisoned spirit. He was bound in a black magical net, and the same golden blood that was now running through Elena's veins was seeping from his chest.
"Elena! This throne is asking for your blood!" her father's scream was heard. The shadow of the black serpent began to hover above the throne, its laughter now poisoning even the particles in the air. "The ultimate price for your golden heart is your father's life, Elena! Choose... your love for Seraph, or your father?"
The ceiling of the hall was now melting and falling down like a wax palace. The black blood that was seeping from the pictures had now reached Seraph's feet and was trying to sink him into the ground. Seraph felt that his feet were becoming stone.
"Seraph!" Elena cried, her voice filled with pain that could melt anyone's heart. She took Seraph's lips again (Lip Kiss), as if she wanted to give him her last breath. During this kiss, Elena took Seraph's sword in her hand. His golden heart now became so bright that the black fog of the entire hall began to turn into white light.
"I will not let anyone die," Elena said in a thunderous voice. She pointed the sword not at the throne, but at her palm and dripped her golden blood into this sea of black blood.
Will Elena's golden blood be able to stop this magical swamp? Or will this blood give the black serpent the power that will allow her to rule the entire universe? The Seraph looked helplessly at Elena, whose body was now slowly becoming transparent in this golden light.
When the golden blood falling from Elena's palm hit the sea of black blood spread on the floor, there was a terrifying explosion that shook the entire royal hall. The black blood, which was binding the seraph's feet, was engulfed in golden fire and began to burn. The entire hall resounded with the stench of burning flesh and the screams of human-headed snakes, which were turning to ashes without being able to withstand the light.
The seraph felt that the stiffness of his legs was losing its strength. He immediately hugged Elena from behind, his chest pressed against Elena's back and his hands were on Elena's hands that were holding the injured palm. "Elena! Stop it, your body won't be able to bear so much blood!" There was a yearning in the seraph's voice that was melting Elena's golden heart.
Elena turned her head back and rested it on Seraph's shoulder, her breathing ragged. She looked into Seraph's eyes, where a sea of worry and madness was beating for her. "Seraphim... this blood is not just mine, it is the survival of my family that I must save." Seraph touched Elena's cheek with his lips and then whispered in her ear, "Your survival is my life, Elena. If you are gone, what will I do with this kingdom?"
Seraph turned Elena to him and touched her wounded palm with his lips. This kiss of his was no less than a balm for Elena. At that moment, Seraph also turned his hand to the same sword, and his red human blood mixed with Elena's golden blood. This combination of blood from two different worlds turned into a mysterious force that began to break the spell of the black serpent.
As their shared blood fell to the floor, the throne began to slide from its place. From under the throne, it was no longer a snake, but old memories that had been imprisoned for years began to emerge in the form of smoke. The walls of the hall, which had previously been black, now began to become transparent as if they had become glass. Across these walls, Elena saw her parents, who were imprisoned in a world where time stood still.
Suddenly, the illusory image of the black serpent appeared once again, but this time its form resembled Elena's mother. "What a beautiful sight," she said with a venomous smile. "Two lovers want to save each other by shedding their blood. But do you know that the combination of this golden and red blood has opened that 'demonic door' that no one has the power to close?"
Black lightning was now falling from the ceiling of the hall. With each crack, some part of the hall was disappearing into another dimension. The giant chandelier, which had been hanging in the air until now, suddenly melted and began to fall like a rain of iron. The Seraph hugged Elena to his chest once more and secured her behind the pillar.
"Elena, we have to go inside this mirror!" the Seraph shouted over the noise of the collapsing hall. The mirror was now spinning like a black vortex, pulling everything towards it. Elena took the Seraph's hand and brought it close to her and gave him a last, passionate kiss on the lips, as if she wanted to secure her soul inside him before descending into this vortex.
The heat of this touch gave them such energy that they started running towards this black vortex, holding hands. Behind them, the entire hall was crumbling like a breaking dream.
Whoever is Saraf or Alina, the tourists of Jadoi, their vanguards, all the scales of time and place were broken. Wow, now they were not on any solid ground, but were falling into such an endless deep mind where neither the top nor the bottom was known. There was a black fog all around, from which the broken pieces of magic glass were floating like stars. Every piece of Alina's life was some moment long, which was now passing through their mind like a painful flash. In the process of falling, he only felt that the magical pressure was trying to pierce the grip of his hands. Did you pull Alina from the whole thing, or did you hug her with your sign in the middle of the open door? "Alina! Open your eyes! Or the open door will attract your soul, Saraf, pay attention to my voice!" The moneylender shouted, but the sound was also like the sound of a cannon. Alina took the moneylender's arm, and the golden pulse was now beating so fast that the moneylender could hear the sound from her chest. "Money... It seems to me that you are not happy. My existence is inside me when it happens," Alina said while gasping. The moneylender hugged her more oppressively or hid his hair from her. He did not open his hand or give Alina a towel or a longing kiss on her forehead, which made Alina feel life once again. The triangles of glass floating around one now began to emerge, memories that the serpent did not mask again. One of the moneylenders was seen cheating on Alina, while the other was seen sitting on the throne with a stranger. Or to break the worldly tenacity of the 'mirage'. "Or is it a lie! Alina, don't look at one's face!" shouted the moneylender. Was it Alina's bait to take both hands of the man or was it forced to attract his attention to her face? "Your truth is man, or my truth is you, do we have to separate the pure from each other?" Alina looked at the moneylender with tearful eyes or made love with her laboured lips (Lip Kiss). Or is it a kiss? Tariq's open mind became a threat of illumination, which shattered a poisonous glass. The atmosphere of space was now burning with a combination of German or tourist colours. Somewhere in the distance, the outline of the grand palace was visible, which was the 'Tariq Axe' of Alina's real palace. Or was it the place where the serpent Siya had imprisoned the souls of Alina's parents? As the waves of the palace of Wah Hai were rising, the air was filled with a coldness that was enough to freeze the Hadis. Golden waves now emanated from Alina's body, illuminating Khila again. Hai's dress, which was once royal, was now wearing a robe made of jade light that testified to her being a queen. Saraf drew his sword, the blue light of which shone like a towering light. "We asked Alina," Saraf said seriously. One by one, there was now 'Adam's Doors', from which there was no way back. As soon as one step landed on the doors of Tariq Mahal, Khila's silence was broken by a terrible fate. "You have come here and sacrificed your death, Saraf! Or Alina... you have decided to make your golden dal my hola," the original form of the black serpent, known for its darkness, with its eyes protruding or with a flag. The Jassa was that of a serpent. Will Saraf Hai Khila be able to face the dark world of Man Nagini Seh, where his physical strength was failing? Or will Alina be forced to make the ultimate sacrifice of her 'golden dal' to save her father?
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