The Abyssal Oath Star exploded high in the sky, scarlet flames cascading like a blood-red waterfall, illuminating the entire fractured firmament. The world seemed to plummet into a blazing abyss, even the air groaning in agony.
Ilea hovered at the center of the flames, her wings outstretched. Her body appeared reborn from the —naked, scalding hot, her skin gilded with crimson burn marks, every curve pulsing with fire. Her pupils were no longer human; they were pure cores of flame, radiating longing, destruction, and rebirth.
She was incinerating fate itself.
"This is the true awakening of phoenix blood…" the Abyssal Oath Lord whispered before her, its six wings twisting, as if resisting yet surrendering.
Ilea's body was being consumed by flames inch by inch—not death, but a sacrificial form entering the cycle of reincarnation. She would use her flesh as a medium for the covenant seal, erasing every last wisp of the Abyss's existence from the world.
Lucian burst from the ruins of the Star Scar, his body covered in blood, his sacred silver blade long since shattered. He beheld the scene—like a fallen god, like a lover's farewell.
"No!" He roared, charging into the scorching fire without hesitation.
Flames seared his soul, his blood turning to incandescent liquid, his skin burning—but he wrapped his arms around Ilea's waist, clinging to her, dragging her back to earth.
"You are not a god. You are my Ilea," his voice was hoarse, thick with desperate longing and stubbornness.
Ilea turned to him, and in that moment, she finally smiled a genuine smile. Tears streamed from the flames, melting on his lips—sweet enough to drive one mad.
"Will you plunge into this incinerating cycle of fate with me?"
"I will," he kissed her, his tongue brushing her searing lips, as if fearing she'd vanish if he hesitated a moment longer.
Their bodies entangled in the flames, no longer two separate forms but two intertwined primal fires of desire.
Amid the blaze, Ilea suddenly lifted her leg, straddling Lucian, the flames enfolding them both.
She pressed close, took him in, merged with his body—
In that moment, theirs was no mere union, but mutual consecration in the fire.
His entry was like an ancient divine incantation, awakening deeper power within her; her clasp was like the phoenix's tail flame, coiling around his desire, drawing him again and again into the depths of life.
"Don't stop…" she moaned in his ear, flames scorching her nerves yet making pleasure more vivid, more intense.
Lucian bit her collarbone, where the oath seal had marked her—a new pattern now spreading: dual souls, one seal.
At the height of their climax, the Abyssal Oath Lord let out a howl as its true form tore apart in the sky, detonated by their shared incinerating oath.
In the blood-red sky, the Abyssal Oath Star shattered completely, its fragments like meteoric iron raining down on the earth, shaking the entire continent.
All of Aslan seemed cleansed by both flames of desire and sacred fire.
When silence finally fell—
They collapsed on the charred ground, clinging to each other, their sweat, semen, and flames merging as one.
Ilea touched his face weakly. "We're still alive…"
"We've been reborn," he kissed her forehead, his voice trembling. "From now on, no fate can tear us apart."
In the distant ruins of the Moon-Sunderer, a new figure slowly opened her eyes.
It was the Star-Fallen Daughter, Ophelia—awakened, wielding new power inherited from the Abyssal Will.
"The cycle ends, but the war… has only just begun."