By the light of the moon, I offer my life for the one I love," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "May this sacrifice break the curse and bring peace."
As she brought the dagger down, a blinding light enveloped them. Eliza felt a surge of energy, a connection that transcended the physical. Lucas's hand gripped hers, and she could feel his love and desperation.
When the light faded, Eliza found herself lying on the ground, her body weak and trembling. She felt a warm hand on hers and looked up to see Lucas, his eyes filled with relief and gratitude.
"Eliza, you did it," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "The curse is broken."
She smiled weakly. "We did it. Together."
The villagers arrived, their faces filled with confusion and awe. They had witnessed the light and felt the power of the ritual. As they approached, Lucas stood protectively over Eliza.
"Stay back!" he warned, his voice strong and commanding. "The curse is broken. There's no more danger."
The village elder, a wise and respected figure, stepped forward. "Is it true? Has the curse been lifted?"
Lucas nodded. "Thanks to Eliza's bravery and love."
The elder looked at Eliza, who struggled to sit up. "You risked your life to save him," he said softly. "Why?"
Eliza met his gaze, her voice filled with conviction. "Because love is stronger than any curse. And everyone deserves a chance at redemption."