All Chapters of ELLIOTT'S QUEST: A Relicbound Adventure : Chapter 31
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Chapter 31: The Sound of Chains
Chapter 31 — The Sound of ChainsThe first strike split the air.Auren barely had time to move before Kael’s chained blade whipped toward him like a living serpent. The metal screamed as it carved a line through stone, tearing a shallow trench where his head had been.He rolled.Stone cracked.Dust exploded upward.Corren was already moving — dagger flashing forward, striking for Kael’s side.The blade bounced.Not from armor.From air.An invisible wall.Lyra slammed her staff into the ground. A circle of runes bloomed outward, flaring gold and crimson.“Form on me!”The chamber twisted. The monolith vibrated. The walls groaned, reacting to magic awakening too close to something older than language.Kael moved like a storm.The chain snapped out, wrapping around Corren’s wrist, yanking him off his feet.Corren hit the wall hard.“CORREN!”A second strike flew toward Eira.Auren stepped in front of her.Metal shrieked as his sword caught the chain.Heat ran up his arm.The sigil on hi
Chapter 32: What woke Below
Chapter 32 — What Woke BelowDarkness was not absence.It was presence.A thick, pressing thing that wrapped around Auren’s skin and crept into the inside of his breath. He could still feel the ground. Still feel the heat of the sigil burning against his palm.But he could not see.He blinked.Nothing.Lyra’s voice drifted through the dark.“…Auren?”He turned toward the sound.“I’m here.”His hand brushed stone.Then cloth.Then—Eira.She was very close.Her breathing was steady now… but deeper. Slower. Like someone who had stepped into something heavy and come back changed.“I can still feel it,” she murmured. “The Third Sigil.”Corren coughed loudly somewhere nearby.“Yeah, same. I don’t love it.”The darkness shifted.Not space.Not light.Something else.Reality twisted like something massive shifting in its sleep.And then:The light came back.But not their light.Auren’s eyes snapped open.They were no longer in the chamber.The monolith was gone.The tunnels were gone.They
Chapter 33: The War Breathes
Chapter 33 — The War BreathesSilence did not feel like relief.It felt like something holding its breath.The chamber seemed smaller after the vision. The ancient stone felt tighter, claustrophobic, as if the mountain had heard what had been said and now wished it hadn’t.Auren pushed himself up from the cold floor, the sigil on his palm still glowing faintly. It pulsed in slow, uneasy rhythm — not aggressive, not silent. Like a heartbeat that wasn’t his.Eira stared at the cracked monolith.She didn’t blink.She didn’t move.Her fingers trembled at her sides.Corren leaned his shoulder against the wall, wiping blood from his temple. “I officially hate ancient temples,” he muttered. “And prophets. And half-gods. And… honestly, everything.”Lyra managed a weak smile but her eyes stayed serious. She was feeling the stone. Listening to it. Ancient runes hummed faintly beneath the surface of the world.“The chamber’s reacting,” she said quietly. “It knows something has changed.”Auren lo
Chapter 34: Scars In The Sky
Chapter 34 — Scars in the SkyThey left the chamber in silence.Not because there was nothing to say — but because saying anything might have broken what little sense of control they still had.The tunnel felt different now.Not collapsing.Not hostile.But aware.As if the stone itself had opened an eye.Auren walked first.His steps slow. Careful. The sigil burned quieter now — no longer screaming.Listening.Behind him, Eira walked with her arms folded tightly against herself. She looked smaller, somehow. Like a storm learning how to exist inside a glass.Corren followed, rolling his shoulders, blood dried along his jaw.Lyra came last, running her fingers along the wall — feeling the old runes weaken and die beneath her touch.“These wards are decaying,” she whispered. “Whatever held this place stable is gone.”The tunnel curved upward.They climbed.Felt air shifting.Temperature changing.And then—They emerged.Not outside.Not into sunlight.But onto a ledge carved into the in
Chapter 35: The Hand That Reached
Chapter 35 — The Hand That Reached The sky did not tear.It was ripped apart.Not like cloth.Not like skin.But like a lie exposed too violently to survive.The cavern ceiling — once solid stone, crystal, and ancient mineral — split as reality itself fractured. A wound formed in the air, swirling not with clouds, but with broken light and collapsing geometry. Every breath tasted of metal. Every heartbeat sounded foreign.And through that wound came a hand of darkness.Not shadow.Not void.But something constructed of darkness — jagged, crystalline, terrifyingly deliberate.It didn’t move like a falling thing.It descended with awareness.Auren felt it in his palm before he properly saw it.The sigil branded into him ignited, burning white-hot against skin and bone. Recognition poured through him like poisoned fire. Whatever was coming through that tear… it knew him.And he knew it.“Steady yourselves!” the Skyreach commander roared, instinct taking over even as terror cut through h
Chapter 36: The Fractureline
Chapter 36 — The FracturelineThe silence that followed the closing of the sky was not peaceful.It was fragile.Like glass stretched over a scream.The caverned mountain exhaled slowly. Dust drifted from the broken arching ceiling, spiraling downward through shafts of unstable light like ash from a dying star.Auren did not lower his hand.The sigil still pulsed in his palm, no longer burning — but watching.It felt awake.Aware.The Skyreach soldiers moved like shaken ghosts, some slumped against broken stone, some staring blankly at the spot in the sky where the god’s hand had vanished.Their commander pulled his helm off and ran a hand through sweat-matted hair.“That… was not in any war manual I’ve read,” he muttered.Corren let out a dry breath. “Pretty sure there isn’t a chapter for ‘giant god arm breaks into your cave.’”No one laughed.Eira stood very still.Her eyes were not on the sky.They were on the air.As though she were tracking something invisible, something coiling
Chapter 37: The Man Who Knew
Chapter 37 — The Man Who KnewThe air caught fire without smoke.Not flames — presence.A pressure wrapped around the valley and tightened like a fist closing slowly. The cracked sky dimmed, as if even the wounded heavens instinctively leaned away from the man who had stepped through the fractured air.He looked… ordinary.That, somehow, made it worse.Long dark hair stirred without wind. Black robes hung unadorned. No armor. No runes. No crown.Just pale eyes that held the patience of something that had watched the world collapse and rebuilt itself from memory.Auren felt his sigil recoil.Not from fear —From recognition.Corren shifted, daggers at the ready.“…I don’t like this one,” he muttered.Lyra planted her staff and raised a soft barrier.Eira stepped half in front of Auren.“Who are you?” she demanded.The man’s smile was soft.“Someone who failed,” he said. “Consumption comes easier when you put a face to regret.”He walked forward.The ground didn’t crack.Reality didn’t
Chapter 38: Beneath The Sea Of Glass
Chapter 38 — Beneath the Sea of GlassThe world softened.Not peacefully.Wrongly.Like a bruise fading too fast.The Sea of Glass stretched out before them — endless, shimmering, frozen waves captured in eternal collapse. What once had been an ocean was now a nightmare of translucent crystal, fractured in sharp frozen arcs, frozen in motion as if time itself had dragged its claws through the water.Auren stood at its edge.The sigil in his palm burned steadily.Not erratic.Focused.“They’re closer,” he whispered.Lyra crouched beside the crystalline shoreline, tapping its surface with the butt of her staff. The sound rang out, sharp and wrong.“This was flash-sealed by Maker fire,” she murmured. “Someone didn’t just destroy this sea… they ended it mid-breath.”Corren crouched, squinting at reflections trapped beneath the surface.“…I can see things.”Eira knelt beside him.“So can I.”Beneath the transparent frozen ocean, ships sat suspended mid-sail. Creatures of the deep hung froz
Chapter 38: The Price of Touch
Chapter 39 — The Price of TouchThe world did not explode.It folded.Like pages of a book slammed shut after being read too violently.When Auren’s fingers brushed the surface of the floating sphere, the air screamed — not audibly, but inside him. The sigil in his palm burned brighter than it ever had before, white-hot, ancient, alive.The lock did not break.It accepted him.The water suspended around it froze mid-motion. The room went silent. Even Corren’s breath felt too loud.Eira felt it first.“Auren…”He didn’t answer.His eyes had gone unfocused.Because he was no longer in the chamber.Inside the LockHe stood in a place that had no color.No sky.No ground.A white void — endless, silent.And in the center…A mirror.Not glass.Not water.A reflection carved from light.And in it stood him.But wrong.Older.Eyes darker.Sigil cracked.Blood on his fingers.This version of him lifted its head.“You touched it,” the reflection said.Auren clenched his fists.“What are you?”
Chapter 40: The Door Inside The Flesh
Chapter 40 — The Door Inside the FleshThe Sea of Glass did not shatter at once.It began to weep.Hairline fractures spidered across the crystalline ceiling, spreading outward from the chamber like veins of sickness bleaching through a dying organ. Light bent unnaturally through them, turning the frozen ocean into something that looked like broken stained glass suspended above the world.Auren felt it through his skin.Not fear.Not panic.Connection.The sigil on his palm no longer felt like a brand.It felt like a wound that breathed.Lyra crouched low as shards of trembling crystal began to break loose and rain down slowly, spinning as they fell. She whispered old stabilizing runes, pressing light into the air with shaking hands.“This place won’t hold,” she said through gritted teeth.Corren moved closer to Auren, eyes scanning the shaking chamber.“So the giant god’s pet says you’re now a door,” he muttered. “Any chance you’re also a lock?”Auren didn’t answer.He stared at the