All Chapters of The Crownless Curse : Chapter 61
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Chapter 61 – Embers Beneath the Sea
Kael did not speak as they passed the broken lands.They had walked for three days without pause, through a region that felt neither dead nor living. Bones of old towers jutted from the hills like the ribs of forgotten beasts. The trees whispered without wind. Strange lights flickered in the distance and vanished when approached. The ground itself pulsed sometimes, like it remembered the Hollow’s hunger.None of them slept much.Nyra led the way now. Her blade never left her side, but she rarely touched it. She moved like a shadow among shadows, each step confident but silent. She did not ask for trust. She expected it.Lira stayed close to Kael, though her thoughts were elsewhere. At night she wrote names in the dirt. Names of people she lost. People Kael could never bring back.Taren muttered often. He still kept his scrolls and ink, but his hands shook when he tried to write. Not from age. From what he saw when the spiral opened.Kael stayed silent through it all.He felt the chang
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Chapter 62 – The Throne Beneath
Kael opened his eyes underwater.The sea was silent.Not churning. Not roaring. Just still, as if the entire ocean held its breath.He drifted near the throne of glass, suspended in weightless stillness. The throne itself pulsed faintly with light that shifted from silver to blue, then back again. It was vast, carved with symbols he did not know but somehow understood.It had no occupant.Yet it remembered one.Kael could feel it. Not a memory in words or images. A pressure. A weight. A presence that once ruled this place and had left behind its will, embedded in every shimmer of coral and every trembling current.He moved closer.There was no fear. Only inevitability.The throne welcomed him. The sea accepted him. And yet, something deep within him rebelled. A fragment of fire still alive in the cold depths. He reached for it, and the spiral on his chest answered.The water cracked.The throne recoiled.Kael gritted his teeth. “You don’t get to choose for me.”The sea growled. A low,
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Chapter 63: Ash and Oath
The smoke curled into the morning sky like a memory burning, dark and thin, clinging to the wind that whipped across the broken ridge. Kael stood alone at the edge of the ruined hilltop, his cloak snapping behind him, the taste of ash clinging to his throat. Below, the remnants of the stronghold still smoldered. A black line of death carved through the valley.He had not meant to bring this ruin.He had meant to save them.Boots crunched behind him, slow and hesitant. He did not turn until he heard the voice.“She is not among the dead,” Lira said, her tone steadier than her eyes.Kael turned to face her. She was covered in soot, her braid half undone, and there was a shallow cut across her cheek. But she stood straight, her shoulders squared despite the weariness tugging at her limbs.“You are sure?” he asked.“I searched the tents. The villagers who fled said a woman matching her description ran east with the first wave of survivors. No one saw her fall.”Relief nearly broke his kne
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Chapter 64 — Beneath the Shattered Gate
Kael’s boots struck the iron-wrought floor, the echo ringing down the ruined corridor of what remained of Avenlock’s eastern gate. Rubble clawed at the walls where flame and steel had torn through it. The stone pillars were blackened. Arches once proud now sagged like old men on the verge of collapse. Moonlight strained through cracks overhead, silver light cutting across the wreckage.Behind him, Lira stalked in silence, her blade drawn, her breath shallow. She had not spoken since they passed the bodies. The children. Their eyes wide. Their mouths open in that same silent scream. Kael did not speak either. What could he say?He stepped over a severed chain, once part of the great gate. The soldiers stationed here had not just fallen. They had been obliterated. Smeared against walls. Skewered together. Bones torn clean through armor. And in the center of it all stood a mark scorched into the floor—curved and spiraled, the same shape that now pulsed beneath Kael’s skin.“Don’t touch i
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Chapter 65 – The Shattered Hour
Kael did not move as the silence thickened around him. The sea below him had turned dark, no longer silver with starlight, but black as oil. The wind that had carried voices now blew hollow. The voice of the wyrm was gone. The mirror twin, vanished. But the wound left behind had not closed. It pulsed deep inside him.He stood at the edge of the broken temple spire, his cloak fluttering behind him like a ragged shadow. Below, Nyra moved among the dead without speaking, her white hair streaked with blood. Lira leaned against the remains of a crumbling statue, gripping her side. The wound she had taken was deep. Kael had seen it when she pulled her hand away. No spell would close it now. Not out here. Not in time.But he had no answer. He had no plan. The Archive was lost. The spiral mark on his chest had burned cold. The voices had retreated into silence. Even the cursed blade refused to sing.All that remained was this emptiness.Kael turned as footsteps approached behind him. Nyra cli
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Chapter 66 - The Bone Oracle
The chamber Kael stepped into was nothing like the rest of the ruins. The walls were made of smooth stone, not the cracked and blistered kind that lined the rest of the catacombs. Every inch shimmered faintly with silver dust that danced in the air like falling snow. Faint whispers tickled his ears, too fragmented to understand but urgent enough to twist his gut. Nyra stood beside him, her blade already drawn. Lira had remained behind at the spiral gate with Talen, binding the entrance with wards. But Kael had insisted on seeing this place with his own eyes. This was the chamber mentioned in the Oracle’s book. The place of bone memory. The final piece they needed. At the center of the room stood a throne made of bleached skeletons. Bones twisted around each other, arms outstretched as though reaching for something they could never grasp. A figure sat upon it, unmoving. Kael’s boots echoed as he stepped forward. “Don’t touch anything,” Nyra whispered. “I wasn’t planning to,” he sa
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Chapter 67 — The Pale Choir
The sky above the shattered temple was red with smoke. Kael stood alone on the broken steps, his hands shaking as the wind carried the stench of ash and blood through the valley. Behind him, the blackened pillars of the temple stood like dying teeth, cracked and singing with silent echoes. Lira was nowhere in sight. Nyra had vanished again. And the spiral in his palm pulsed with a steady, growing heat. He looked down at the charred ground where the bodies had fallen. Cultists. Innocents. Knights. All scattered like burnt offerings. What was left of the Pale Choir had retreated into the northern cliffs, but something told him this was not a victory. Not truly. There was no celebration. Only silence. He turned at the sound of footsteps. Darius emerged from the rubble, limping, his sword dragging behind him. “You should have killed her when you had the chance,” Darius said. Kael said nothing. He stared into the smoke, watching as the last rays of sun bled over the cliffs. “Where i
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Chapter 68 — The Severed Moon
The world tilted.Kael barely registered the crash of stone and flame behind him. He was already moving, his pulse a hammer in his ears. The cave mouth that had sheltered them was gone, crushed beneath the weight of a falling shard from the shattered moon above. Dust choked the air. He could hear Lira coughing somewhere behind him, Nyra’s blades singing as she cut through debris to reach them.But none of that mattered now.What stood before him in the red-lit clearing was no longer the masked twin. The figure had changed. It no longer wore Kael’s face but something older, etched in fire and the memory of gods. Veins of silver flame pulsed beneath obsidian skin. Its eyes were endless night. And the mark Kael carried on his chest now glowed across the creature’s entire body.Kael drew in a ragged breath. “You are not me.”The figure tilted its head. “I am what you buried. I am what the Veiled God could not destroy. You think you carry a curse, Kael. You are the curse.”A gust of wind s
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Chapter 69 — Shattered Seal
The moon hung low over the Vale of Whispers, its dull glow blanketing the broken ruins of what once stood as the Seat of the Wardens. Smoke curled from fissures in the earth, the scent of burnt stone and old blood twisting through the wind. Kael stepped forward, blade drawn, every nerve alive with dread.Behind him, the survivors limped through ash. Lira’s cloak was torn and streaked with blood, though none of it her own. Nyra hovered near the rear, silent as ever, her eyes flicking toward the distant rift that had opened like a wound in the sky.“What is that?” Lira asked.Kael did not answer. He did not know. But the mark on his palm burned again, flaring with unnatural heat as the spiral deepened in color, from dark red to violet, then black. It was reacting.He walked to the edge of the collapsed dais, staring down into the hollow pit that once held the Heartstone. There was nothing left. Only scorched rock and an echoing sense of wrongness.A whisper drifted out.Not a voice.A f
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Chapter 70 — The Breath Between Worlds
The world cracked.Not in sound, but in sense.Kael stood at the heart of it, his body half-shadow, half-man, caught in the vortex between who he had been and what now lived inside him. The seal was gone. The prison broken. And the thing within—the Veiled One—was no longer a distant voice but a presence anchored in flesh.Lira’s voice called from far away. Kael heard her, but her words tangled with others, louder ones, deeper ones, chanting through his mind like war drums.He stumbled, hands gripping his skull as if to hold it together.You are the gate. You are the chain. You are the blade. Let us in. Let us through.“No,” he choked. “I am not yours.”The spiral on his skin pulsed with black fire. It twisted across his chest, ribs, neck, etching itself like a living brand. The ground beneath him fractured again, veins of light splitting the stone with every beat of his heart.Lira ran toward him, her blade still glowing from Nyra’s enchantment. “Kael, you have to fight it. Push it ba
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