Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 839

Malkor crashing onto the stone floor while vomiting a large spray of blood.

The Royal Guard surged forward in unison, encircling him tightly.

Stepping down slowly from the altar, the Khan declared, “Malkor, you have lost.”

Propping himself up, Malkor raised his head to glance around-his forces defeated, Ronan dead, and Thomas having betrayed him-watching decades of ruthless ambition vanish into dust.

Malkor suddenly let out a raspy, mad laugh, “Lost? Even in defeat, I won’t grant you a peaceful victory!”

With Cassian standing beside Elowen, Malkor knew he couldn’t kill her, so his gaze shifted rapidly to sett on Flowira, who stood alone nearby crouching to speak with a rescued courtesan, blaming her in his hear for corrupting Ronan and causing his defiance, secret refuge, and fatal shield.

He was defeated, yet dragging a princess to the grave beside him was more than enough satisfaction!

The final thread of sanity vanished from Malkor’s eyes as he reached secretly into his sleeve, aiming a hidden crossbow directly at Flowira, “Die!”

The silver bolt left the string the moment Flowira turned her head-so fast she had no time to dodge.

“Flowira!” Valessa screamed in horror.

The bolt drove straight through her chest, making Flowira shudder violently as blood rapidly bloomed across her robes, causing her to stumble into Valessa’s rushing arms.

“Flowira!” Elowen’s color shifted drastically as she dashed over to kneel beside her, pressing her palms onto the wound in desperation, yet warm blood gushed through her fingers relentlessly from the pierced heart.

“Grandfather!”

Hearing the commotion, Noah rushed over, his face darkening the instant he laid eyes on the wound.

Pressing the wound repeatedly, Elowen urged, “Grandfather stop the bleeding, stop the blood first.”

Noah stayed silent, knowing such a wound was beyond even divine medicine.

Eyes open with fading breath, Flowira looked up as Valessa held her tightly, voice trembling violently, “Don’t sleep, look at me! You can’t close your eyes!”

Struggling to lift her eyelids, Flowira offered Valessa a comforting smile before forcing her gaze onto Elowen, her fingers lightly catching Elowen’s sleeve, “Oracle…”

Grasping her hand, Elowen replied, “I’m here.”

“Samantha…

“She is saved,” Elowen’s eyes turned red, “Every woman at the brothel will be saved, I promise you

Dainung ”

ten years older in a single instant.

Cassian’s sword came down, driving straight through Malkor’s heart as the Archduke twitched, still sneerin “Even in death, I will make you remember…”

Cassian yanked out the blade, and Malkor collapsed into a pool of blood, breathless.

Gazing at Flowira’s pale, bloodless face, Elowen recalled their first meeting and shared days, knowing she shouldn’t have died-at least not to Malkor’s parting vengeance.

Just then, a burning agony flared across Elowen’s chest, prompting her to reach into her robes and touch hard object-the golden seal of the Oracle she carried before setting out, handed to her by Flowira who called it an artifact from beyond the heavens.

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