Seraph held Elena tightly in his arms. With each step, he moved towards the forest, but the burden of fatigue on his heart and body was increasing. The magical energy that was carrying him to Elena was now draining his own strength. Every moment, he felt that if he delayed, not only would he become weaker, but Elena's danger would also increase. His heart was pounding, but in his passion, fear was replaced by determination. "I will save her, no matter the cost," he swore to himself.
As soon as he reached the middle of the forest, Seraph realised that the air here was different. The trees were tall and dense, their branches as if protecting some hidden magic. There were rustlings and whispers everywhere, which were alarm bells for him. He held Elena tightly to his chest, as if he would not lose her at any moment. Her magic was weakening, but a small light of hope still burned in her heart.
Suddenly, a powerful ray of light fell from the sky. The light was so intense and golden that the image of every tree, every stone, and every animal in the forest changed. An ancient wizard appeared from above the ground, his being completely enveloped in golden light. Golden snakes were slithering around him, a soft wave of light spreading from their bodies in all directions. His presence felt both fear and comfort at the same time.
Elena felt for the first time that this light was not that of an enemy, but of a helper. Seeing Seraph's exhaustion and weakness, the wizard stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice to the ground, "Seraph, hurry up. Your strength is running out, and time is against you. If you don't save Elena now, neither you nor she will be saved. There is only one way now—make Elena yours, without delay, otherwise you are both in danger."
Seraph looked at the magician, his eyes filled with the wisdom and power that had been on Earth for centuries. The magician's name was Eldor, an old master who had taught magic for generations, and now he felt it necessary to appear himself to help Seraph. Eldor explained that Zyran Novar's power was growing, and if Seraph did not fully use his energy, he would not only not be able to save Elena, but would also be putting his own soul in danger.
Seraph held Elena tightly to his chest. His magic was now only for protection, and he knew that Zyran was quickly following him. Eldor pointed to the magic marks that were emerging on the ground and explained that those marks could restore Seraph's power, but this would only be possible if he used his full courage and determination.
On the other hand, Zyran Novar, the Black Neck Prince, who had been wounded by Seraph, appeared at the edge of the forest. His body bore the marks of the previous battle—broken weapons, torn clothes, and a blazing fire of anger in his green eyes. He saw that Seraph and Elena were together, and his hatred and anger grew even more. The shadows of the snakes began to swirl around him, and he was ready at any moment to imprison Seraph and Elena again.
Eldor quickly stepped forward, placed a hand on Seraph's shoulder, and said, "Your strength is running out, but your courage will carry you through. Just let me and the light join you." Seraph slowly ignored his exhaustion and pain, blending Eldor's light with his magic. The feeling of love and protection for Elena grew stronger in his heart, and suddenly, his energy exploded. The ground began to shake, halos of light spread in the air, and the shadows of the snakes began to move around Zyrin.
Zyran attacked immediately. A powerful spell shot from his green eyes, and it began to affect every tree, every stone, and every leaf on the earth. But Seraph, with the help of Eldor, gathered the last of his strength. He erected pillars of light within the earth that began to block Zyran's spell. Every smoke, every rustle, and every snake around Zyran became ineffective.
Elena felt that everything in the forest was in her favour. Snakes, trees, and light—all were protecting her. She encouraged Seraph in her heart and strengthened the spell with the small amount of energy hidden within her. She knew that if she let go of her fear and stood firm, the power of Seraph and Eldor would be more effective.
Seraph used a powerful spell with all her might. The rays of light became a bridge between the earth and the sky, completely blocking Zyran's attack. Xyran's snakes and magic were no longer in his hands, and he was weakening every moment. Seraph held Elena tightly in his arms under the guidance of Eldor, and began to run towards the forest.
Inside the forest, traces of light on the ground made every path clear. Seraph controlled his magic with every step, and Eldor's light eliminated his inner fear. Every effect of Xyran's snakes and magic backfired, and he was pushed aside. Seraph's love and encouragement made him stronger with every step.
Elena opened her eyes and saw love and protection in Seraph's eyes. She knew that no matter how many dangers came, no matter how strong Xyran was, with the help of Seraph and Eldor, she would always be safe. Every tree in the forest, every animal, and every breeze in the forest assured her at that moment that she was now free.
Seraph saw a safe place under the tallest tree in the forest. They immediately ran there and took Elena in their arms and brought her to the protection of the light. Even the remaining snakes and magic of the Zyran Navar could not reach there. Elena and Seraph looked into each other's eyes, and they knew that no matter how many dangers came, their courage and love were the greatest strength.
Eldor looked at the two for a moment and smiled and said, "This is just the beginning, but your love and courage will protect you from all dangers. Just maintain your strength and never leave each other."
Seraph held Elena tightly. A soft wave of light was blowing in the forest air, and every moment was showing that, despite fear, magic, and enemies, love and courage were the greatest strength. Elena felt for the first time that she was truly safe, and being with Seraph gave her the courage to face any danger.
The old Eldor magician told Saraf that now you have to make Lena yours quickly, otherwise it will be too late. Only then does Saraf look at Alina so that he can ask her permission for it. Alina said how are you doing I am yours I love you. I can even give my life for you listen to what the old magician says then Siraf picks up Alina in her arms and takes her under a big tree and makes her lie down there the old magician pulls magic fences all around so that no one can enter then Siraf comes to Alina and holds her in his arms they were feeling each other's heartbeat oh god saraf slowly don't do it slowly he starts kissing her a kisses her red lips and slowly removes his and her clothes and then starts kissing Alina's beautiful body and both of them get lost in each other after a while saraf connects Alina with him. With her They become intimate, thus the two become one. On the other hand, the old wizard is casting a magic spell so that he can increase the magical powers of Seraf and save Elena's life, and Seraf becomes more powerful so that he can defeat his enemies.
Seraph and Elena were now in a safe place deep in the forest. Among the ancient trees, where the light scattered on the ground in soft golden hues, they both sat in silence. But this silence was not of fear, but of the calm that comes after a storm. Elena sat close to Seraph, her hands still tightly holding on to Seraph's robe, as if she wanted to believe that this was all real, not a dream. Seraph gently placed his hand on her forehead, and with that touch, a strange magic spread through the air. It was the magic that only awakens when two souls accept each other.
Now the two of them were one. Without any ceremony, without any announcement, fate had brought them together. Seraph's magical power, previously scattered, wounded, and weak, was now returning with a new intensity. Elena's presence was not just love for him, but a source of strength, of balance, and of light. As Elena held her hand tightly, waves of blue and gold light rushed through Seraph. Her breathing became more even, her wounds began to heal, and the weakness that had broken her a short time ago was now dissolving.
Elena had changed, too. She was no longer just a prisoner, a frightened girl. The dark world, the chains, the snakes, and the darkness had lit a fire within her that would never be extinguished. She could feel that something had awakened within her as she connected with Seraph—a silent but powerful magic that was keeping her safe. The danger was behind her now, but her memories were etched in her heart, and those memories made her stronger.
At that moment, in another world, Zareen stood before her magic mirror. The mirror that showed only the truth, the truth that tore the heart apart. The reflection of Seraph and Elena was clear in the mirror—close to each other, entwined in each other. As soon as Zarin saw that Seraph's power had become greater than ever, her hands began to tremble. Envy, hatred, and madness flared up in her eyes. Her breathing became erratic, and a scream escaped her lips.
"No... it's not possible..." she muttered, but the mirror showed no mercy. It kept showing her what was real. Seraph was no longer hers. He could never be hers. Elena was no longer her weakness, but her strength. This feeling was nothing short of poison to Zarin. She slammed her hand on the mirror in anger, and the magic glass cracked, but did not break. Zarin began to laugh like a madman, a laugh that had no sense, only madness.
"If he can't be mine..." her voice became venomous, "...then he won't be anyone's."
At that moment, amidst the rubble of the dark world, the Black Serpent Prince Zarin Novar stood with his wounds. His body was still suffering from the Seraph's magic, but his pride was more dangerous than being wounded. He, too, had sensed the same truth in the flow of magic—the Seraph and Elena had become one. And this union had made the Seraph so powerful that he was no longer a common enemy.
The fire of hatred burned in Zairan's green eyes. Black snakes began to rise around him, and poisonous waves began to run on the ground. "He did not defeat me and run away..." he growled, "...he humiliated me." For him, this was not just revenge; this was a battle for existence. If the Seraph and Elena lived, the world of the serpents would be in danger forever.
That was the moment when Zairan and Zairan's paths crossed. Two hatreds, two defeated prides, and a common goal. On a border of darkness, where light dies, they came face to face. The air became heavy, the magic began to tremble. Black and purple light was emanating from Zarin's hands, while poisonous green flames were blazing around Zarin.
"We can't kill them alone," Zarin gritted her teeth, "But if we combine our powers..."
Zairin's laughter echoed in the darkness. "Then neither they will survive, nor their love."
They made a terrible plan. A spell that demanded sacrifice, one that was bound by earth, soul, and blood. They would gather their powers, perform ancient dark rituals, and raise a storm that would not only kill Seraph and Elena, but erase their very existence. This battle was no longer just about power, but about destiny.
On the other side, in the forest, Seraph suddenly pulled Elena closer to him. Her heart was beating faster. "Something is wrong," she said softly. Elena also felt the same cold wave that ran down her spine. But this time she wasn't afraid. He held Seraph's hand tightly. "We are together," he said, "and as long as we are together, no one can break us."
A soft light shone in Seraph's eyes. He touched Elena's forehead, and a new circle of magic formed between them—of love, of protection, and of a battle-ready resolve. They did not know what terrible plan the enemies had hatched, but they knew that there was no turning back now.
Seraph sat Elena close to him. She was so close to him that he could feel the trembling of her breath. Elena's head slowly rested on Seraph's chest, and at that moment, there were no words left between them. Everything was condensed into eyes, touch, and heartbeat.
Elena said in a low voice, "I thought I would lose you… There, in this prison, every moment I felt like it was all over now."
The fear she had endured between the chains and the black walls was still alive in her voice. Seraph's heart ached. He ran his fingers through Elena's hair and lifted her face. Tears were shining in his eyes, but now they were not of weakness, they were of truth.
"I didn't even accept the thought of losing you," Seraph said softly but firmly. "My strength was running out, my body was breaking, but my heart believed in one thing—that even if I died, it would be while I was looking for you."
Elena's eyelids fluttered at this. She held Seraph's face with both hands, as if she wanted to reassure him that he was really here, safe. "You risked your life…" Her voice broke, "Only for me."
Seraph pressed her forehead to his. A soft wave of magic flowed between them—no flashy magic, no explosion, but the magic that only true emotion can create. "You are not just my weakness anymore, Elena… you are my strength."
At that moment, something in Elena's heart broke and something else connected. The fear she had been holding inside slowly began to dissolve. She laid her head on Seraph's chest and closed her eyes. For the first time, she felt not sleep, but peace. As if her soul had finally found the place it had always wanted to be.
Seraph felt the magic flowing through her in a different way than before. This power was no longer hers alone—it was shared. It was as if Elena's breath, her heartbeat, her presence, had all become part of her magic. Her power had become more stable, more profound, and more dangerous than ever—especially to enemies.
But beneath that peace lay a truth. Both knew that this moment was temporary. The darkness was not yet over. The hatred of the Tsarina and the Black Snake Prince could be felt in the air, like a shadow slowly moving toward them.
Elena raised her head slowly. "If tomorrow… if there was a war…"
Seraph cut her off immediately. "When there was a war."
He didn't stop, but his voice softened. "And if they try to separate us… they don't know what they're going to run into."
Elena held her hand with a faint smile. "I'm no longer the girl who would break in the dark. If they come, I won't hide behind you. I'll stand with you."
Hearing this, Seraph's eyes flashed for a moment with surprise, then pride, and then immense love. He placed a light kiss on Elena's hand—no declaration, no promise, just a silent acknowledgement that they belonged to each other, and that no force could separate them now.
Far away, deep in the forest, the wind changed direction. The leaves on the trees rustled, as if nature itself was warning that the time was near. But in this moment, in this small circle, where Seraph and Elena were together, there was no place for fear.
It was the peace before war.
The peace that only comes when the heart knows that, whatever happens, it is not alone.
And this peace was far more powerful than the coming destruction.
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