Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 400 Final Sacrifice

Pain exploded through me as blood sprayed into the air.

The sky darkened instantly, the sun swallowed by an eclipse. My silver white hair glowed under the dying light, fluttering slightly.

I gasped as I crushed my heart in my hand, as long as I sacrificed myself, the people would be safe... Damon will be safe... my only regret... was not being able to save my child.

My eyes dulled as they slowly grew vacant.

Thousands of golden butterflies burst around me in different translucent light. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. They circled around me, lifting me gently into the sky.

Power surged outward from me, shaking the entire world, slicing through the air like a blade. Magic rushed back inside me as if my body had become a vessel for it.

And magic slowly seeped out from the earth, the seas, the air, and the trees. Even the golden orb tore itself free from the Greater Evil and flew towards me.

The magic painted the world into a cosmic colour, like rainbows, rushing inside me. The golden orb hovered above me, pulsing brightly.

A single tear slipped from my eye as everything went dark slowly. I wanted to fight it... I wanted to live... There were still a lot of things I wanted to do...

After trying so hard to survive, but this was how it ended, it almost felt like all my efforts had been meaningless.

Was it wrong of me for wanting to live and protect those who mattered to me?

Would it have been better if I were never born?

I wonder what life would be like with Damon and my unborn child?... my unborn child....

My eyes slowly fluttered close, my thoughts disoriented into nothing... nothing.

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(Third person pov)

"NO!" Damon cried, reaching out for Ember’s body, which was hovering mid-air, surrounded by magic and translucent butterflies.

Then a sudden blast ruptured from her body, the magic was the purest magic in the whole realm. Golden and holy.

The moment the magic touched the corrupted witches, they instantly disintegrated into nothing.

The Greater Evil’s eyes widened, terror finally breaking through her face. Her fingers tightened around her crooked staff, deep down she knew she could not run from it as she did with the obliteration curse.

This magic was the same as the magic of creation, reaching every corner of the earth, destroying everything impure.

She lifted her staff, channeling all her magic into it, then she hurled it down with all her strength.

"Argggh!" The Greater Evil yelled, as a dark smoke-like aura surrounded her, her skin changing into a green colour. Her nose elongated into a pointy sharp one, and her fingers turned long and black. Her eyes flickered between misty white and slitted golden ones.

"Bone witch, what are you doing?!" Derailed witch screeched as she felt her soul being consumed.

"Only if we truly become one can I survive this ordeal. Fright not sister, I’ll live this life for you." The bone witch replied, her tone unapologetic.

"No! No!" The derailed witch screamed as her soul vanquished.

The Greater Evil’s eyes turned cloudy white. She muttered spells, and a large layer of dark magic circled around her.

She gritted her teeth as she watched all her followers turning into dust.

The golden magic slammed against the barrier the Greater Evil built around herself.

"I won’t lose! Not after coming this far!" She screamed, reinforcing the barrier with all her strength.

The two powers clashed like day and night.

Then, suddenly, the golden magic sliced through her barrier, shattering it to pieces, and slashing through her.

"Arrghhhh!" Her eyes widened in disbelief, as her body slowly decayed into nothing.

The aftermath left debris scattered in the air.

The rogues and Bloodmoon werewolves paused in their spot, their tails tucked between their hind legs.

They whimpered, overwhelmed with fear. They turned around, running for their lives.

However, the golden magic slashed through them, and they all fell one after the other, their bodies decomposing into ashes.

Meanwhile, Ember’s body slowly began disintegrating into golden flakes, drifting across the land like fiery embers. Wherever they touched, life returned.

The charred earth which was once drained of its magic began to bloom with life again, grass sprouted out of the soil, and trees took their position again.

The rivers and water bodies became clean again. The animals that died during the process were brought to life again.

The Bloodshade werewolves who died, came back to life the moment the embers touched their body. The witches were revived, and the injured were healed, and so were the Fae.

Alaric’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air.

Damon lay on the ground, his body healed, however, his heart had shattered beyond repair. He sobbed as he crawled to where Ember’s body had disintegrated.

Pain shot through him. He howled in sorrow, his body trembling violently. All he could mutter was Ember’s name.

"Ember... Ember..." The memories of their first time meeting replayed before his eyes.

The moment she crashed into his hands with wide eyes of admiration, the moment she fanned him while he was sleeping, the moment he was chopping up the meat for her... the moment she bit his lips thinking it was mutton meat.

The moment when they made love together for the first time, the moment when he proposed marriage to her, and the moment they had in his room, while discussing their family of three.

Damon held his head as he wailed, his eyes flickering between the shade of black and silver grey.

"Ember!" Damon yelled.

At that moment the ground shook, and golden vines stretched towards every corner of the earth. Then on the hill close to the border between the Fae and the Bloodshade pack, a huge golden tree grew up from the ground.

The tree was so enormous that it could be seen from afar, its bark shimmered with gold energy, and the leaves were like cherry blossoms.

It stood tall and firm. Then, translucent monarch butterflies flew around it, some perched on its leaves while others flew up to its top.

The sun which was once covered, suddenly shone bright. The land was now revitalized with magic and everything flourished.

Zeir hovered above the air with his head hung low. His hands tightened by his side, as tears streamed down his face.

He was too late... he could not save her. The guilt wrenched his heart.

Seraphina stood afar staring at the huge golden tree... it was magnificent, yet her heart throbbed over the death of Ember.

Suddenly, she felt her mate bond reconnecting again, and she turned around and hurried towards Alaric.

Alaric staggered to his feet, completely stunned to be breathing again. He had taken the hit for Seraphina, how could he be well and breathing again?

"Alaric," Seraphina yelled.

As Alaric moved towards her direction, Seraphina threw herself into his arms, sobbing silently.

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(Damon’s POV)

"We lost our mate again... we lost her again!" Beowulf howled inside my head.

My head shook from trying to restrain my emotions. I stared at the Sacred tree. Hatred burned in my soul, for it had cost me too much already, however, this time it was Ember.

"We can bring her back," I said back to Beowulf.

The Moon goddess’s words re-echoed in my head. "If your love is strong enough, it can stand against every trial."