The battle raged on, the ancient chamber alive with the clash of steel, guttural snarls, and the cries of the desperate.
Kael's forces surged forward relentlessly, their eyes gleaming with malevolent determination.
Lyra, though battered and bloodied, stood her ground, her blade flashing like a silver tempest.
"Stay away from him!" Lyra roared, cutting down another vampire that lunged at Tong. Her resolve was unshakable, but the strain was evident in her trembling arms.
Mark fought with every ounce of his strength, his body a blur of movement as he tore through Kael's minions.
His crimson eyes burned with fury, his fangs bared as he pushed back wave after wave of attackers. "You're not taking him!" Mark bellowed, his voice reverberating through the chamber.
Kael, observing the chaos, smirked coldly. He gestured to his remaining allies, directing their attacks toward Tong, who stood by the coffin.
His plan was clear—overwhelm Mark and Lyra, and then claim the angel for his own.
Tong, standing amidst the chaos, clutched the dagger Mark had given him earlier. His heart pounded in his chest as Aeon's memories whispered urgently in his mind. "There's no other way. To save him, you must act now."
As Mark began to falter, exhaustion creeping into his movements, Kael charged forward, aiming to break through Lyra's defenses. Lyra intercepted him, their blades clashing with a deafening ring. "I won't let you pass!" she growled, her strength fueled by sheer determination.
Mark staggered, his body screaming for rest, but his gaze never left Tong. "Tong! Get behind me!" he yelled, his voice laced with desperation.
But Tong didn't move. Instead, he stepped toward Mark, his face calm yet resolute. "Mark... I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos.
Mark's eyes widened as Tong thrust the dagger into his chest, piercing his heart with a swift, decisive motion.
Mark gasped, his body going rigid as pain seared through him. His crimson eyes dimmed, confusion and heartbreak flickering across his face. "Tong... why?" he choked out before collapsing to his knees.
Tong caught him, cradling his body gently. Tears streamed down Tong's face as he whispered, "I'm doing this for you, Mark. To save you."
Kael, realizing what was happening, roared with fury. "No! Stop him!" He surged forward, but Lyra intercepted him again, her blade cutting a deep gash across his side.
"Not while I'm still breathing!" Lyra spat, her strength fueled by sheer willpower.
With trembling hands, Tong gripped the dagger embedded in Mark's chest, his heart heavy with anguish.
He pulled it free in one swift motion, blood seeping from the wound as Mark's body lay motionless.
Without hesitation, Tong brought the blade to his own wrist, slicing deeply to let his blood flow—a sacrificial act to seal Mark's fate and protect him from further harm.
Tong gently laid Mark inside. He leaned over, pressing a final kiss to Mark's forehead. "Rest now," he murmured, his voice breaking.
Kael's rage reached a fever pitch. "You can't seal him away! He belongs to us!" He lunged toward the coffin, but Lyra, though heavily injured, threw herself in his path, locking him in a deadly grapple.
"Finish it, Tong!" Lyra screamed, blood pouring from a wound on her side.
Tong, his hands slick with his own blood, pushed the coffin lid closed. As it sealed, the glowing symbols flared brilliantly, their light filling the chamber with an otherworldly radiance.
Kael thrashed against Lyra, his strength monstrous but his focus fractured by desperation. "Do you understand what you've done?" he roared. "You've doomed us all!"
Lyra, barely holding on, gritted her teeth. "No, Kael. Tong's saving us from you."
The coffin's light dimmed, the symbols now locked in place, pulsating faintly with the power of the blood seal. Mark was entombed in a pseudo-death, his body preserved but unreachable, his powers suppressed.
Tong staggered back, his vision blurring from blood loss. He collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath as his strength waned. Lyra, releasing her hold on Kael, stumbled toward him, her wounds threatening to overtake her.
Kael, clutching his side, glared at the sealed coffin with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over," he hissed, retreating into the shadows with the remnants of his forces. "Mark will rise again, and when he does, I'll be there to claim him."
The chamber fell silent, save for the ragged breaths of Lyra and Tong. Lyra knelt beside Tong, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You did it," she said softly, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But at what cost?"
Tong, his eyes fixed on the coffin, whispered, "I'll bring him back... someday."
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MY GOLDEN BLOOD (END)
FanfictionI wrote this story as a bit of a vent for when I was feeling a bit down about My Golden Blood. I thought there might not be another novel I could read. Moreover, even if there is, it will be very disappointing because it must be written in Thai, so...
