Chapter 170: The Collapse of the Blood Throne and the First Embrace of Freedom
A heavy and suffocating mist covered everything that was previously known as the "Grandmother's Sacred Palace." That grand edifice, which for centuries had been the symbol of tyranny and black magic, had now begun a fatal trembling under the weight of Rina and Diyari's unified radiance. This was not merely the shaking of the earth, but a historical collapse; all the stones that had been sealed with the blood of the innocent were now cracking one by one. Rina, standing like a Queen of Light in the midst of that destruction, took her last heavy breath, as if wanting to exhale all the poison she had inhaled within these walls for so many years.
The Grandmother, now only a frail and helpless old woman, lay fallen in the corner of the courtyard, watching the collapse of her empire with dim eyes. The grand throne in the center of the hall—the seat from which the Grandmother issued her execution orders—suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces. With the collapse of the throne, a tremendous sound echoed throughout the palace, as if the souls of all the victims imprisoned within the walls were screaming for freedom together. The high walls, protected by the "Eternal Curse" magic, were now tearing like paper. Massive stone fragments fell from the sky, and every stone that hit the ground created an immense cloud of dust and debris.
Rina looked at Diyari. Diyari, whose golden wounds had now calmed slightly but still glowed as a mark of victory, took Rina's hand. In that moment, they both understood that they no longer needed to fight. The war was over. The walls that separated them, the cages in which they had grown up, were all turning to ash. A thick dust surrounded them, so dense that for a few seconds they could see nothing. Only the sound of falling stones and the faint radiance emanating from within them could be felt.
Diyari took a step toward Rina. Amidst all the dust and destruction, he saw only her. The girl he had previously known only as a shadow behind windows had now become the savior of his soul. Rina, with eyes full of tears, looked at Diyari. The wounds that had been visible on Diyari's body for years, burning Rina's heart, now appeared as sacred seals. When the last great wall of the palace collapsed and the sky was fully revealed for the first time, Rina and Diyari threw themselves into each other's arms.
This was the first embrace of victory. An embrace that held thousands of sleepless nights, thousands of hours of torture, and thousands of hidden tears. Rina rested her head on Diyari's shoulder and cried out loud for the first time; not out of pain, but because of the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders. Diyari held Rina tightly in his strong arms, as if wanting to reassure her that no wall, no magic, and no Grandmother could ever touch them again. In that dust and debris, they were simply two humans who had surpassed a hurricane with a great love.
Their surroundings were entirely in ruins. The glorious palace that the people of the region feared was now just a heap of lifeless stones. The Grandmother groaned beneath a small stone fragment, but no one looked at her. The sunlight, reaching the courtyard for the first time without any black magic, suddenly blazed. That light mixed with the dust and created a legendary scene. Rina and Diyari, as they stepped out of each other's embrace, looked around them. The world had changed. There was no longer the smell of blood and poison; instead, there was the scent of pure earth and freedom.
Rina said in a trembling voice: "It's over, Diyari... everything has ended. We are free." Diyari placed his hand on Rina's cheek and said: "This is only the beginning, Rina. Now we can build the life we always dreamed of. The shadows will no longer follow us." They stood in the middle of the ruins like two flowers that had bloomed in the heart of a fire. The throne of tyranny collapsed, and in its place, a new throne of love and kindness was built in their hearts.
The dust slowly settled, and the sight of the ruined palace became clearer. All the magic and curses that resided within this place vanished with the collapse of the walls. Rina felt that her body no longer held that magical weight, but only the white radiance that symbolizes life remained. Diyari also felt an unparalleled peace; for the first time, his wounds did not burn, but remained only as old memories on his skin. Together, they stepped toward the outside of that ruined courtyard that had been their prison for many years.
In this moment, nature began to respond. A cool breeze blew, carrying away the remaining dust. The sky turned blue again, and the black clouds that always hovered over the palace scattered one by one. As Rina and Diyari reached the edge of the ruins, they looked back. The palace no longer existed. Only a heap of stone and dirt remained. The Grandmother had vanished within that dirt; there was no longer any power to mention her name. The throne fell, and with it, all the ruthlessness that had destroyed the world perished.
This chapter was an end to the "Red Vengeance" and a beginning for the search for truths. Rina and Diyari, hand in hand, walked toward a new horizon. They know they still have a long road ahead, but the most important thing was that they now owned themselves. No sorcerer remained to play with their fate. In the dust of that fallen palace, their love stood tall as the only thing that did not collapse. This was the moment of the soul's victory over matter, and the victory of light over darkness.
Rina caused a final white ray to emanate from her body, purifying all the remaining burnt stones. She said: "This land is no longer cursed." Diyari laughed—a genuine laugh that had been missing from his lips for many years. They set off toward the forest, while the shadow of the ruined palace grew smaller and smaller behind them. This was the end of the vengeance part, and now it was time to discover what other secrets were hidden within those ruins that could illuminate their past. But for now, only one thing mattered: they are here, they are together, and they are free.
Their embrace still left a warmth in their hearts, as if that warmth was the only weapon that could withstand any future cold. Rina looked at her hands; they no longer had anyone's blood on them, only the radiance of hope. Diyari looked at the sky as if seeing the color blue for the first time. Life had begun again, and this victory was not just for them, but for all those who dreamed of a day like this. The end of the throne was the beginning of humanity for Rina and Diyari.
Written by: Dlin_myth