All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 241
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Chapter 241.The Realm of Astoria.
The portal spat Kirin out like a broken spark.He hit the ground hard, rolling across a field of damp grass that shimmered under a pale, gold sun. The air was so clean it almost stung to breathe. A soft breeze brushed past him, carrying the faint scent of rain and something painfully familiar, the smell of soil after thunder.When he finally stood, the world around him stopped him cold.Mountains. Endless, layered mountains stretching so far that their peaks melted into clouds. Green meadows rippled like ocean waves. The horizon shimmered faintly, as if painted in light instead of color. No Dusk Qi. No floating islands. No distorted skies. Just stillness, pure, untainted, almost human.For a moment, it reminded him of Earth.He could almost see the abandoned villages, the dirt paths he once walked barefoot, the days before everything went wrong. But that was a cruel kind of nostalgia, the kind that hurt to remember.Behind him, the portal hissed. The air shimmered once more, and Seth
Chapter 242. The Celestial Weight.
The air on Astoria was different.Every breath Kirin took felt like inhaling what he always thought breathing water would feel like. The energy here wasn’t just thicker, it was alive, ancient, and immeasurably dense. Even his lightning trembled under its rule.And before he could even begin to adjust, the sky shimmered, then split open.From the tear in the heavens, a group of beings descended. They weren’t human or, at least, not anymore. Their robes were laced with what looks like flowing celestial silk with letters written across, each letter glowing like molten silver. Their very footsteps seemed to warp reality, bending gravity as they landed softly upon the plains.Kirin’s instincts screamed danger.His body tensed instantly, Qi coiling through his veins like storm serpents.He took a step forward. “Who the hell are you people?”The air went silent. Even the clouds above seemed to hold their breath.But before he could make another move, Seth suddenly spoke, his voice trembling,
Chapter 243. The Indra Trials.
Kirin POVThe air crackled before Kirin even stepped into the arena.Lightning wasn’t just an element here, it was predominantly law. Every strike of thunder echoed like judgment, every spark that leapt through the vast circular chamber hummed with sentience, watching, measuring.The Indra Trial Arena wasn’t stone or steel, it was forged of crystallized stormlight, floating in an open void surrounded by a sea of black clouds. Lightning serpents swam lazily through the atmosphere, feeding on raw Qi currents. The audience, hundreds of Asthorians stood on hovering terraces around the edge, clothed in silvers and blues, their auras bright enough to burn mortal eyes.Kirin stood barefoot on the storm glass floor, chest still rising from the battle with Rael’s suppressive pressure. His fists were cut and his robe tattered. Seth stood at the edge of the arena beside Rael, who watched with that same relaxed smile, part amusement, part cold curiosity.“The Indra Trials,” Rael finally spoke, hi
Chapter 244. The Storm Court.
Kirin POVThe light that bled through the infirmary’s crystalline ceiling was a cold, bluish white. It reminded Kirin too much of the lightning that had once struck him unconscious, it felt sterile, merciless, and yet... somehow clean.His body still ached from the Indra Trials. Each breath felt like dragging molten lead through his ribs. The bandages that wrapped his torso were marked with strange glowing sigils, not ink or blood. The kind of symbols that pulsed in rhythm with Astoria’s air itself.He blinked awake slowly, staring at them.For a few seconds, there was silence, only the hum of the storm outside the citadel walls, low and constant like a heartbeat.Then came the voice. Calm, smooth and most of all, annoyingly self assured.“You should be dead, I wouldn't mind bringing you back to life though.”Rael sat beside him, arms folded, a faint half smile carved across his face. His white hair shimmered faintly under the glowstones. He looked utterly untouched, no scratches, no
Chapter 245. Stormborne Tutelage.
Rael POVThe training courtyard of the Indra faction shimmered with layers of runic glass. Celestial Qi flowed like ribbons through the air, humming with a controlled serenity that only Astorians could maintain. It was a garden of thunder, lightning flowers bloomed along obsidian stems, sparking whenever footsteps disturbed their rhythm.Rael stood barefoot on the mirrored floor, his white hair tied in a loose band, arms folded behind his back. His aura was sheathed, but not gone, a quiet storm contained by centuries of discipline.Opposite him, Kirin stood, shirt torn at the collar, the faint trace of bruises still painting his jaw. His eyes were calm, yet his lightning flickered in his veins like trapped serpents.“This is your first lesson,” Rael began, voice smooth and sharp. “Here in Astoria, lightning does not obey irrational rage. It obeys reason. A storm is not a tantrum, it’s a dialogue between heaven and power.”Kirin raised a brow. “Dialogue?” His tone was dry, skeptical. “
Chapter 246. The Indra Citadel.
When Kirin woke up that morning, he could still taste lightning in his mouth. A faint metallic hum lingered on his tongue, as if his body hadn’t yet accepted this realm’s air. It was thinner than he was used to, colder, too and carried an aftertaste of something celestial, something ancient. He sat up slowly, rubbing his face as his eyes adjusted to the silver blue sky that seemed to have no end.He wasn’t on Erebo anymore, he wasn’t in Malakar, he was in Astoria.And above him, the world itself floated.The Indra Citadel hung in the heavens like a continent of carved storms. Great spires of pale silver pierced through clouds that churned with lightning, arcs of blue and white dancing across the air like living rivers. The Citadel wasn’t made of stone, but of some crystalline alloy that reflected both the sun above and the thunder beneath. Whole platforms and suspended bridges connected massive temples and towers that seemed to breathe light.Kirin had seen powerful constructs before,
Chapter 247. Institute.
The journey from the Indra Citadel to the Institute was long enough for Kirin to lose track of time. What should have been an hour felt like a day, perhaps because the air itself was different down here. It was denser, heavier, yet somehow more alive. Every breath he took carried faint particles of Qi, and every step hummed against the ground, as if the earth itself pulsed with a heartbeat too large for mortals to hear.Rael walked beside him in silence. The older man didn’t speak unless he had to, and when he did, it was never to comfort. Kirin was starting to realize that silence, in this world, was another kind of lesson.The Institute finally came into view after they crossed a bridge of crystalline stone. It wasn’t like the grand floating Citadel above, this place was grounded, built directly into the cliffs and plains of Astoria’s surface. Still, its size dwarfed any academy Kirin had ever seen.Massive walls rose in the distance, engraved with storm runes that flickered faintly
Chapter 248. Pagoda of Rank Three.
The Institute’s plaza was already clearing out when Kirin’s name flickered across the ranking mirror one final time... Rank 3.He didn’t know what that meant. No one had bothered explaining the ranking system, and frankly, he didn’t care to ask. It didn’t sound bad, at least. Rank 3 had a nice ring to it. Not too high to attract envy, not too low to draw pity. Right in the middle, a place where you could breathe.Rael, who stood beside him like an unbothered specter, gave him a faint nod of approval. “Not bad,” he said with a tone that was neither warm nor cold. “Most first years don’t make it past Rank 5.”Kirin tilted his head. “So it’s good?”Rael shrugged. “It’s not terrible. Come, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”Without another word, he turned and began walking toward the eastern end of the Institute grounds. Kirin followed, his eyes trailing over the complex, towering spires of jade and silver, banners embroidered with ancient runes, fountains of lightning energy that da
Chapter 249. Breakfast With Ghosts.
Morning came gently, slipping through the artificial window like a polite intruder. A soft hum filled the room, the sound of the pagoda awakening. The marble walls pulsed faintly with light, as if the entire building breathed with the rhythm of the Institute itself.Kirin groaned and sat up, still adjusting to the idea that this was real, that he’d actually made it here, that this wasn’t another dream of power he’d wake from in a dusty cot back on Earth. His hair stuck out in uneven spikes, his body sore from the strain of yesterday’s lightning tests.For a moment, he just stared at the ceiling.He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. No bell, no announcement, no instructor yelling at him to get up and cultivate. Just silence, the kind that felt almost too clean.Then he saw it.On the stand near his bed was a fresh set of clothes. Dark blue robes, neatly folded, pressed so perfectly they could’ve come straight from the heavens wardrobe. Beside them lay a long, narrow blade in a bl
Chapter 250. Low Profile.
The air between us was so heavy I could almost chew it.Seth sat right across from me, his tray untouched, eyes fixed on his plate like the grains of rice were whispering state secrets. I kept eating, but every bite tasted like iron. The room wasn’t loud, not really, just the occasional clink of cutlery and low murmurs from other students but in my head, it was deafening.He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.Good.I didn’t want his voice polluting my morning.Still, despite my entire chest screaming with unease, I forced myself to keep eating. The meat was good, really good. Soft, seasoned perfectly, cooked in some kind of strange sauce that almost reminded me of the small meals I used to share with Elsa back at the academy. A faint warmth flickered in my chest before guilt smothered it.I swallowed the last bite and leaned back, wiping my mouth with the cloth beside me. My appetite had long died, but habits were hard to kill. When you’ve starved before, you learn to never waste f