All Chapters of Wielder Of The Dragon Flame : Chapter 681
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Chapter 681:The Hallway of Whispers & Bitter Encounters
The stairs were stone.Old stone,the specific old stone of a building that had been using the same stairs for long enough that the center of each step was worn lower than the edges, the accumulated weight of years of feet finding the same path up the same incline and leaving the record of the finding in the surface.They went up in a group.Not a formation, the specific loose group of people going up stairs together who were not being organized into anything but were simply going in the same direction at approximately the same time. The Commander ahead of them. The four Mage Knights with the containment bed ahead of the Commander. Davan and his remaining people at the periphery of the group.The castle entrance at the top of the stairs was open.Not propped open, the specific state of doors that had been opened for an arrival and were being held open by the people whose function it was to hold them. Two soldiers, one at each door, standing in the position of people performing a functi
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Chapter 682
From the door on the left. The voice of someone who was saying a name and the name was attached to something the voice found significant."The flameless one." Another voice.From a different door."The vessel." The first voice said. "That's what they're saying. That he is actually a vessel."A third voice, from somewhere behind the first two:"I don't believe it."The specific flat disbelief of someone who had made up their mind and was not going to unmake it on the strength of what they had been told."Flameless." The voice said. "A flameless kid with a dragon sealed inside him." A pause. The specific pause of someone who was assembling the next thing they were going to say. "You know what they say about how he was born. His mother was a vessel and she died in childbirth and they say he…""He ate his way out." Another student said.The voice coming from a door on the right, a different speaker, the voice younger, carrying the specific quality of someone who had heard this bef
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Chapter 683
Asta's face was not doing anything particular.Not cold, the absence of the specific things that a face does when it is performing its reaction to a thing. Not relief, not anger, not the various things that a face could do when it encountered a face it had a history with. Just, present, the face of someone who was in the hallway and had found eye contact and was in it.He looked away first.The slow look-away. Not the abrupt look-away of someone breaking eye contact because the eye contact was uncomfortable, the specific deliberate look-away of someone ending an eye contact because the eye contact was done and the looking-away was the natural completion of the done.He looked at the right corridor.He walked.His hand is still in Flora's.Elara Veyron's expression.She had been looking at him.She was looking at the space where he had been looking from, the specific space, the air, the position in the hallway where his face had been at the level of her looking and was no longer there.
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Chapter 684:The Report & The Mother's Anguish
Davan looked at the Commander.At the eyes.At the cold in them that had the thing behind it that the cold was managing, and the thing behind it had a shape that Davan recognized because the shape was the shape of someone who had sent people out and was looking at the person standing in front of them and was doing the arithmetic of the people who had not come back.He breathed.The specific breath of someone who was going to say something that they had been preparing to say and had been dreading the preparation for and was now at the point where the preparation was over and the saying was what remained."We lost people, sir.” He said.He said it plainly.Not the way you say things when you are managing the saying for the listener's comfort, the plain version, the version that was the truth without architecture around it, because architecture around it was not going to change what it was and he did not have the energy for the architecture.The Commander looked at him."How many.” He
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Chapter 685
Long, the specific institutional long of a room built for the function of having people at one end of it address people at the other end, the distance between the entrance and the raised platform at the far end being the distance that communicated something about the relationship between the people at each end.The stone of it. The old stone. The worn stone of a floor that had been crossed by many feet over many years and had the crossing in its surface.And at the far end.The platform.And on the platform, the chairs.Five of them, the five seats of the five Elite Commanders, arranged at the platform's span in the specific arrangement that communicated their function relative to the throne at the center. The throne at the center being the specific throne of a person who was on it.The Empress.She was not performing her presence.That was the specific quality of her in the moment the doors opened, she was not arranged, not posed, not in the specific presentation of someone who had b
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Chapter 686
The weapon shattered.Not the crystal,the weapon. The specific structural failure of a weapon that had been used against a material it was not built to address, the blade fragmenting at the point of impact, the pieces of it going in the directions that shattered metal pieces go.She looked at the weapon.At what was in her hand, which was the hilt and the proximal remnants of a blade that was no longer a blade.She looked at the crystal.At the surface, intact, unchanged, the same faint glow, the same dense translucent material that it had been before the strikes.At Jabber's face.Her legs went.Not a fall, the going of legs that had been holding something up and had reached the point where the holding was no longer something they were doing. The slow, specific going of legs that produced the specific descent of someone going down not because they had been knocked down but because the up was no longer available.She went to her knees in front of the containment bed.The sound of her
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Chapter 687:The Accusation
"Before you start."Roderick's voice.It came out before the Empress had finished settling into whatever the ‘now then’ was the opening of, the specific timing of someone who had been waiting for the opening and had decided that the opening was the moment and had used the moment before the moment became something else.He stepped forward.One step, the specific single step of someone who was not approaching but was placing themselves in a different position relative to the room, the step that said ‘I am speaking from here’ rather than ‘I am coming toward you.’"Before anything else." He said. "We want to know the real reason Old Man Kael was arrested."The silence that followed was the specific silence of a throne room that has had a sentence said in it that the throne room did not expect.Not the silence of shock, the silence of a room that had been arranged for one kind of conversation and had been introduced to a different kind of conversation and the two kinds of conversations h
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Chapter 688
The specific reduction of it that happened when the multiple people in the space had all received a piece of information at the same moment and the receiving had done to all of them simultaneously the thing that information of that weight does when it lands.The Empress's expression.Something happened in it,not a visible change in the features, the change that was in the quality behind the features, the specific quality behind the eyes shifting.She looked at Roderick."Yes." She said.Flat. The specific flat of confirmation."Max led the search and brought the proof to me directly."Roderick looked at her.Held the look.Then he looked at the platform,at the four Commanders, at the specific expression of each of them in the wake of what he had said and what the Empress had confirmed.Commander Vael, who had stood and spoken, was looking at him with the cold look that had developed a specific additional quality since the 'let me guess.'The Commander to the Empress's right, Commande
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Chapter 689
She looked at his face.At the specific quality of it, the Xavier features, the jaw, the eyes, the origin flame that was present even here in the throne room, the warmth of it in the air around him.She looked at his eyes.At whatever was in them.The sound started low.In her chest, not a cough, the specific low sound of something that was finding its way from somewhere internal to somewhere external, the sound that precedes a laugh when the laugh is genuine and is not yet fully formed.Then it was fully formed.She laughed.The room stared at her.The four Commanders looking at the Empress with the various expressions of people who had expected many possible responses to the things that had been said and this was not among the many possible responses they had expected.The laugh was not long.It was not the performed laugh of someone managing a room,the genuine laugh of someone who had heard something that had made the laugh unavoidable, that had found the specific thing in them tha
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Chapter 690: The Heavy Arrival & The Shock in the Council Room
The carriages came back quieter than they had left.That was the thing nobody said out loud but everyone standing along the restricted inner road felt,the specific quality of a return that carried less than the departure had. Six carriages where there had been more. Fewer horses. The Crimson Knight escort flanking them in the same formal precision as the outbound journey, but the precision felt different now, the way formal things feel different when the formality is wrapping something that had been through something.The wheels on the cobblestones.The sound of them was what it always was,the steady, rhythmic percussion of iron-rimmed wheels on old stone, the language that carriages spoke regardless of what they were carrying. But something in the rhythm felt heavier. Slower. The specific tiredness of vehicles that had covered distance that left marks.Asta was looking out the window.Not at anything in particular, at the inner city sliding past, the high stone walls of the restricte
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