The world itself fell silent.
Wind stopped.
Magic froze.
Time felt… slower.
The fallen celestial stood on the cracked horizon, her hair flowing like threads of night and starlight. Her wings—corrupted, torn, yet still breathtaking—opened with a thunderous sound.
Every being in the throne room stared in horror.
Sohag stared in confusion.
And the fallen celestial stared only at him.
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She Speaks His Name
Her voice echoed, layered with divinity and madness.
"…Sohag."
Everyone froze.
"How does she know his name?!"
"Impossible!"
"No mortal should be known by a fallen god!"
But the celestial floated closer.
Step by step, her presence devoured reality like a black hole swallowing light.
Aethria's face turned ice-cold. "She shouldn't exist. Her kind was purged by the Primordials ages ago."
Velra growled. "That's the problem. If she's still alive… she's far beyond normal divine beings."
Seraphiel's eyes sharpened. "Her energy is unstable, fractured—she's incomplete, but still overwhelmingly powerful."
Lyriana trembled. "Her aura… it's longing. Lonely. Desperate."
Freya whispered, "And all of that is pointed at Sohag."
Aria stepped slightly in front of him. "You're not getting him without going through us."
The fallen celestial tilted her head.
And smiled.
Not wicked.
Not cruel.
But heartbreakingly sad.
"I have… finally reached you."
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She Falls to Her Knees
Before anyone could react—
She landed gently in front of Sohag…
And knelt.
A goddess—kneeling.
The emperor nearly collapsed.
The nobles screamed.
The mages fainted.
Freya choked on air.
Aria's brain rebooted.
Velra swore in five demonic dialects.
Even Aethria, for the first time in existence, blinked.
The fallen celestial placed a hand over her heart.
"I am Elyndra… the Celestial Who Broke."
Her voice shook.
"I have wandered through the ruins between worlds—
across timelines that collapsed—
through cycles where I lost myself—
and finally…"
She looked up at Sohag.
Her eyes were overflowing with emotion.
"…I found the one who can fix me."
Sohag:
"…I don't even know you."
Elyndra smiled gently, almost lovingly.
"You don't.
But I have seen you in every timeline I died in."
Everyone:
"…WHAT?!"
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The Truth Behind Elyndra
Aethria's face darkened. "Master… step back."
Elyndra didn't move to attack.
Instead, she clutched her chest, trembling.
"I was once a High Celestial—
born to guard the balance of creation."
She raised her hand.
A broken halo flickered above her head, cracked and dripping light like blood.
"But a vision shattered me—
a vision of the future Primordial…"
Her eyes gleamed.
"…you."
Sohag:
"…me?! Why? I'm not even strong…"
Aethria, Velra, Seraphiel, Lyriana, Elowyn, Dracarys, Freya, and Aria all stared at him like:
Are you kidding?
Elyndra continued.
"You were surrounded by many…
Loved by many…
Supported by all realms."
She gestured toward the group of women now gathered around him protectively.
"I see now… the vision was true."
Freya covered her face. "So it's destiny now, too?"
Aria sighed. "Wonderful. Another one."
Velra grinned sharply. "Welcome to the circle, fallen one."
Seraphiel spoke softly. "Your suffering ends now. You're in a safe place."
Lyriana nodded gently. "He will not reject you."
Sohag:
"…I might?"
Every woman slowly turned to stare at him.
Sohag (quietly):
"…Okay, maybe not."
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Elyndra's Confession
Elyndra lifted her face toward him.
A single tear, glowing like a dying star, rolled down her cheek.
"In every timeline I saw…
I died alone."
Her voice shook.
"But in each death—
your light was the last thing I saw."
Sohag blinked rapidly. "My… what?"
"Your kindness.
Your warmth.
Your soul."
She placed her hands over her heart.
"You became my anchor.
My salvation.
My obsession."
Freya whispered to Aria: "She's… scary romantic."
Aria whispered back: "I'm taking notes."
Velra added: "I like her style."
Aethria rolled her eyes.
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She Reaches for Him
Elyndra raised her trembling hand.
"May I… touch your face?
Just once…
After wandering through eternity alone…"
Sohag hesitated.
Aethria stepped between them instantly. "No."
But Sohag surprised everyone.
"No, Aethria—it's okay."
Aethria froze.
So did everyone.
Sohag stepped forward…
Gently taking Elyndra's hand.
Her corrupted wings fluttered slightly, shedding fragments of starlight.
When her fingers brushed his cheek—
Her entire body glowed.
Warm.
Soft.
Painful.
Beautiful.
Elyndra smiled through tears.
"This warmth… I… I remember it…"
She leaned forward, forehead touching his.
And whispered—
"You are my salvation."
Suddenly—
Her body collapsed.
Not limp.
Not dead.
But transforming.
Light burst from her, swirling around Sohag.
Aethria shouted, "Master! Step back!"
But it was too late.
The light enveloped them both.
Freya screamed.
Aria rushed forward.
Velra summoned shadow chains.
Lyriana extended star barriers.
Seraphiel prayed desperately.
Elowyn began chanting elven purification spells.
Dracarys shifted halfway into her dragon form, roaring.
The emperor ducked behind a pillar.
The queen fainted.
And in the center of it all—
Sohag and Elyndra rose together in a cocoon of divine radiance.
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A New Bond Is Forged
The light cracked.
Shattered.
And when it cleared—
Elyndra stood there, reborn.
Her wings no longer corrupted—
but glowing with pure, silver light.
Her halo restored.
Her eyes bright, sane, gentle.
She stepped forward and knelt again.
"Sohag…
You have healed me."
She looked up at him lovingly.
"I am yours."
Every woman in the room:
"…Of course she is."
Sohag:
"…Can someone please explain what just happened?!"
Aethria sighed.
"A marriage contract."
Sohag:
"WHAT—?!"
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