Dragon King's Harem Chapter 592.Roots and Dragon VI
Dragon King's Harem Chapter 592.Roots and Dragon VI
Marissa looked toward me.
Her eyes widened slightly.
I met her gaze for a heartbeat.
Then the lance moved.
It crossed the short distance in a flash of pale blue and pierced Seranaya’s damaged core.
Ice spread across her body instantly, sealing the remaining poison and stopping the collapse before it could release another wave of corrupted mana.
Seranaya’s fingers loosened around Marissa’s ankle.
Her eyes closed.
No scream.
No prolonged agony.
Just stillness.
The ice settled around her like a final, terrible winter.
I lowered my hand.
Marissa stared at me.
For a second, I thought she might say something.
Ask why.
Get angry.
Cry.
Anything.
But she didn't.
And I didn't offer an explanation.
Because no explanation would make that moment beautiful.
No clever sentence would turn it into something noble.
Seranaya was dead.
That was all.
Marissa slowly looked down at the frozen woman.
Then she closed her eyes.
One breath.
Two.
When she opened them again, her gaze returned to Elowen.
And the coldness was back.
Sela stepped beside her.
Their shoulders almost touched.
Neither needed to speak.
They had reached the end of a road they had been walking for years.
Elowen stared at her daughter's frozen body. Her lips parted. “Seranaya…”
For one ridiculous moment, I wondered whether she finally understood what she had done.
Whether she regretted it.
Whether there was still something resembling a mother inside that monstrous woman.
Then her gaze shifted toward me.
And hatred filled her eyes.
Ah, of course…
Blame the dragon.
Much easier than looking in a mirror.
Sela raised both hands.
Marissa lifted hers.
Earth mana erupted beneath Elowen, forming a ring of towering stone pillars. Their surfaces glowed with ancient dwarven runes as Sela poured everything she had into them.
Marissa’s black flowers bloomed across the pillars.
Hundreds.
Thousands.
Their roots crawled inward, weaving between the stone, forming a cage around the fallen queen.
Elowen tried to move.
Her broken fingers scraped against the floor.
Nothing answered her.
Just the dying remnants of a power she had sacrificed everything to obtain.
Sela’s tears finally fell.
One.
Then another.
But her hands remained steady.
Marissa’s expression never changed.
The pillars closed.
The flowers opened.
And both women released their magic at the same time.
Stone crushed inward.
Black petals erupted in a violent storm.
The impact shook the ruined hall, sending a deep tremor through the remaining pillars as earth and botanical mana collided around Elowen.
Her final cry disappeared beneath the roar.
I didn't move.
I didn't interfere.
I didn't say a thing.
Neither did Al, Evelina, Seraphel or the Fairy Queen.
We simply watched as Sela and Marissa brought their long, painful fight to an end.
When the mana finally faded, the stone pillars stood motionless.
Black flowers covered their surface.
And Elowen was dead.
The hall fell silent.
Sela stood there, breathing hard, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Marissa lowered her hands.
For several seconds, neither woman moved.
Then Sela's knees weakened.
Marissa caught her.
The two of them held each other in the middle of the wreckage, surrounded by broken stone, withered flowers, and the remains of a wedding that should never have happened.
I dismissed Nightmare.
The sword dissolved into darkness.
Then I walked toward them.
Slowly.
Because for once, I didn't even have a plan for what came next.
I just opened my arms.
And when Sela finally turned toward me, her face crumpling as the strength left her, I pulled her close.
Marissa followed a heartbeat later.
I held both of them.
Tightly.
And that was when they broke.
Sela buried her face against my chest and sobbed so hard her entire body shook. Her fingers twisted into my coat, gripping the fabric like she was afraid something else would be taken from her if she loosened her hold. Marissa pressed her forehead against my shoulder, her arms wrapping around my waist as a broken cry escaped her throat.
It was ugly.
No.
Wait.
It wasn't.
It was the most honest crying I had ever heard.
Pain. Relief. Grief. Anger. Years of helplessness. All of it tangled together, finally escaping through voices that no longer had the strength to pretend.
I felt their tears soaking through my coat.
I didn't care.
Let them ruin it.
Let them cry until their throats hurt.
I could buy another coat.
I couldn't buy back the years they had lost.
Behind us, the suns climbed higher, their golden light pouring through the enormous hole in the palace ceiling. Dust drifted through the beams, settling over black flowers, shattered pillars, and the ruined throne where Durharn had proudly welcomed his bride only hours ago.
The once magnificent wedding hall was unrecognizable.
Silk banners hung in tatters. Broken chandeliers lay among splintered tables, overturned chairs, and crushed bouquets. The sweet fragrance of flowers had been replaced by smoke, blood, and scorched wood. Frost still clung to the cracked floor, slowly melting beneath the morning warmth.
Bodies lay scattered across the wreckage. Dwarven guards. Nymph soldiers. People who had followed orders and never made it home.
Some survivors were being carried toward the exits, their weak groans mingling with the distant cries of healers calling for assistance.
And above it all, the suns continued shining.
Beautifully.
Indifferently.
As if the world hadn't just witnessed a kingdom lose its king.
What a great wedding.
The battle was over.
The revenge was done.
But neither of them looked happy.
And I understood.
Because killing the people responsible didn't bring the dead back.
It only meant there was finally nothing left to fight.
So I held them a little tighter.
And said nothing.
Because even if they had lost their families, even if revenge had been the purpose keeping them alive for so long, they weren't left with nothing.
They had me.
I couldn't replace everyone they had lost.
But I could be their family.
And if they no longer knew what to live for?
Then we'd find something together.
Not today.
Not while they were crying.
For now, I just held my wives.
And let them fall apart in my arms.