Helena's POV
Time fractures around me. The blade pierces through Victor's chest, and every instinct screams at me to withdraw it. But his fingers close over mine with desperate strength, pushing the weapon deeper until crimson streams down both our hands. Agony explodes through my skull like lightning, forcing a broken cry from my throat, yet his grip refuses to release me. His wrist turns with brutal finality, sealing his fate beyond any hope of salvation.
Victor's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes stretched wide, but I see no fury there. Only profound peace. His bloodstained fingers finally fall away from mine, though I remain frozen, unable to release the hilt. Disbelief crashes over me in waves. He lifts his trembling hand to my face, painting my cheek with his blood while his touch carries impossible gentleness that shatters my heart. "Thank you," he breathes.
Then radiance consumes him entirely.
