Chapter 162

ALEXANDROS “Ophelia, no!” I roar, but she cannot hear me. Even if she could, she would pay me no heed, for this is who she is. Who she was always going to be. The one who sacrificed herself to save the world—a world that will never even know her name. She falls forward, and I drop to my knees with her, cradling her in my arms. Then I hear his voice in her head, and it sends a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I know who it is, although I have never heard him speak before—so very few have. The first fallen angel tells her that her debt is paid. I will pay your debt. I will serve at your side for eternity! I implore him, but he is unreachable to me, locked away in the deepest recesses of his kingdom in the netherworld once more. The wraith disappears, vanishing like a breath on the wind. And now she is gone too. The depth of my pain is so intense it is impossible to feel it—for if I experience even a fraction, I will surely shatter into a million fragments of myself and scatter amongst