The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Fading Star

KIERYGAN’S POV

“No!” the Light Reaper howled, his voice splitting the air. “This is not possible!”

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His fury rippled through the battlefield, a shockwave of rage. He thrust out a trembling hand, a finger pointed first at Eirlys, then at all of us. “You,” he snarled, venom dripping from every syllable. “You’ll all pay for this.”

The shadows suddenly poured out of him like a ruptured wound-black wisps coiling, twisting, devouring. They surged across the valley, wrapping around us, around everyone. I could feel the rot spreading faster, burning through our skin, eating its way through bone and breath.

His form drifted closer, gliding toward us like a phantom. I pulled Eirlys tighter against me, my voice breaking into a roar. “No!” I bellowed. “You will not touch her.”

The Light Reaper lunged, his form a monstrous blur of shadow and rage. His claws reached for her, his eyes burning with that consuming hunger.

And then he stopped.

Mid-strike, his entire body went rigid. A strangled, guttural sound tore from his throat as beams of light burst through his chest-thin at first, then multiplying, widening, piercing outward in a blinding

surge.

His scream fractured into something almost human. For the first time, I heard fear.

Light spilled from his mouth, his eyes, his ears, his chest-until his entire form was nothing but a silhouette devoured by brilliance. The darkness that made him began to unravel, shredding apart like smoke torn by the wind.

And then it exploded.

The blast swallowed everything. My vision went white. The sound was deafening. I was hurled backward, Eirlys collapsing on top of me-an instant before everything vanished into blinding, burning light.

When the light finally began to fade, I forced my eyes open.

For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The world was haze and ash and the faint ringing of silence where the battle had once been. My arms were still around her. Eirlys.

I sat up slowly, cradling her against my chest. My heart hammered when I looked down. The black rot that had devoured her hands-gone. Her skin was clean again, luminous even without her glow. Only the faint smears of dried blood and ash marked the battle she had endured. I turned my own arm over and saw no trace of decay there either.

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The blight was gone.

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I lifted my gaze. Across the battlefield, my people were stirring-warriors rising to their knees, eyes

wide in disbelief as the black veins vanished from their skin. The air itself felt lighter, breathable

again.

And then I looked toward where the Light Reaper had stood.

There was no trace of his monstrous form, only a crater of scorched earth. And beside it, three

motionless figures. Mirael. Morwenna. And a cloaked man lying between them.

He looked fragile, almost skeletal. Skin stretched tight over sharp bones, features sunken and

hollow. Even in unconsciousness, something ancient clung to him, as though his body had been

burning from within for centuries.

Could this be the Light Reaper’s true form?

But my focus snapped back to the only thing that mattered.

Eirlys.

Her eyes stayed closed. Her pulse-faint, barely there. Her breathing shallow.

“Eirlys, wake up,” I murmured, shaking her gently. “We did it… you did it.”

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

Cold dread crawled up my spine. “Healer!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Bring Danaiah. Now!”

Evander didn’t wait for another word. His form blurred as he vanished, reappearing moments later

with Danaiah at his side.

The healer dropped to her knees beside us without a word. Her hands hovered above Eirlys’s body, trembling before they began to glow with a soft, white light.

I fixed my gaze on Danaiah’s face-every twitch, every furrow of her brow told me what she didn’t yet dare to say.

“She’s fading,” she murmured, almost to herself, pressing her palms gently against Eirlys’s chest. ” Her body’s failing too fast…”

My jaw tightened. “Then do something,” I snapped. “Help her.”

“I’m trying,” she hissed- not unkindly, but with the strain of someone fighting the inevitable. There’s so little left to hold on to.” Her healing magic flared, brighter and more frantic, as her voice wavered. “She’s taken too much. Her very essence has been ripped apart-no one could survive that without grave consequences.”

My chest tightened as I looked down at Eirlys’s still face. I didn’t want to believe Danaiah’s words, but every part of me knew she was right. Eirlys had been slowly torn apart, grain after grain. And all

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I could do was sit there, powerless to stop it.

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Even through the bond, I could feel the truth of it-she was still there, but only barely. My fingers

trembled as I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice

breaking. “Please.”

Ulyanna stepped forward, her face streaked with tears, her voice trembling. “Perhaps… perhaps

she needs them back,” she whispered, nodding toward the eight grains of light hovering above us,

suspended like miniature suns. They pulsed softly, resonating in rhythm, as if waiting. “Her light… it might bring her back.”

She lifted her hand toward the floating grains, intent on guiding them to Eirlys. But before she

could complete the motion, a sharp, mocking voice cut through the tense air.

“I don’t think so.” Mirael’s eyes snapped open. She rose unsteadily to her feet, her hand lifting with an air of defiance. “Our Lord may not have succeeded, but at least I’d be triumphant in getting rid of Eirlys for good.”

Morwenna pushed herself upright as well, a smug smirk curling her lips. Both flicked their wrists

toward Ulyanna, intending to stop her.

But nothing happened. No magic flared, no light flickered, no dark wisps twisted in the air.

They tried again, flicking their wrists harder this time. Both froze mid-motion, their faces

contorting as the realization sank in.

Before Mirael and Morwenna could speak, they froze, their bodies locked as if invisible chains held

them in place. Panic flared in their eyes, but they couldn’t move.

Scylla stepped forward, her laughter cutting sharply through the battlefield, dripping with mockery. “Guess whose dark magic has been wiped out,” she sneered. Her boots crunched against the

scorched earth as she closed the distance.

With a swift, precise motion, she struck Mirael across the face, then Morwenna-each blow sharp

enough to stagger them. Tilting her head, she grinned. “Gods, I always wanted to do that.”

“Take them away,” I said, voice steady but cold. “Remove them from here.”

Scylla’s grip tightened, and with a flick of her hands she forced both women to their feet and

marched them away, leaving only the aftermath in their wake.

I turned my gaze to the cloaked figure-the Light Reaper-stirring weakly. With a groan, he forced himself upright, his eyes widening in disbelief as he took in what remained of his power and what had been ripped away.

He jabbed a finger at no one in particular, his lips parting. “You-”

But he never finished. Orryx appeared out of nowhere, a blur of motion, and delivered a swift, brutal

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