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CHAPTER 70 — “THE GATES OF MARROW”
Author: Milky-Grip
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The palace undercorridors breathed like a living thing. Stone ribs arched overhead, slick with condensation and old magic, every step echoing too loudly no matter how softly they moved.

Elias felt it immediately the way the Echo stirred inside him, sharp and restless, as though the bones themselves recognized where they were.

Seren whispered, “This place hates us.”

“It fears him,” Caedia corrected softly.

Elias glanced at her. “There’s a difference?”

“Yes,” Caedia said. “Fear makes things dangerous.”

Sylare hugged the wall, pale and quiet. “This is the last corridor before the inner sanctum.”

Elias stopped. “The ritual chamber?”

Sylare nodded. “Where they bind offerings.”

Seren’s breath hitched. “Where Lyra is.”

Elias clenched his jaw. The bone-song thrummed low and angry, a storm pressing against his ribs. “We don’t rush,” Caedia warned. “The Alchemists will expect violence.”

Seren looked up sharply. “Then what do we do?”

Elias answered without hesitation. “We break their expectation
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  • CHAPTER 76 — “THE THRONE OF BONES”

    The throne room did not smell like power. It smelled like rot. Elias stopped just inside the shattered doors, his bones humming sharply beneath his skin.Seren halted beside him, breath shallow, while Caedia remained a step behind silent, listening, already tense. “Something’s wrong,” Seren whispered.Elias nodded. “This place should be louder.”The palace’s inner sanctum had once been layered with noble resonance centuries of bloodlines echoing through bone-carved walls. Now, the sound was… thin. Hollow. Like marrow sucked clean.Caedia spoke quietly. “The Alchemists have been here a long time.”Seren swallowed. “Where’s the court? The guards? Anyone?”Elias took another step forward. A voice echoed from the far end of the chamber. “You’re standing in it.” They froze.From the shadows beyond the throne, a figure emerged robes stitched with bone-thread, hands stained blue to the wrist. His face was gaunt, eyes bright with fevered intelligence.Arch-Alchemist Veyr. Elias felt the Echo

  • CHAPTER 75 — “THE PRICE OF BEING HEARD”

    The palace undercorridor shook as something detonated far above them. Stone dust rained from the ceiling. Seren flinched. “That wasn’t us.”Elias stopped mid-step, bones humming violently beneath his skin. “No,” he said quietly. “That was a signal.”Caedia tilted her head, blind eyes glowing faintly. “They’ve begun the ritual.”Seren’s breath hitched. “Already?”“Yes,” Caedia replied grimly. “They know you’re close.”Elias clenched his fists. The Echo surged, sharp and furious, vibrating through his ribs like a living thing demanding action.“How much time?” he asked.Caedia hesitated. “Minutes,” she said. “Not hours.”Seren grabbed Elias’s sleeve. “Then we move now.”They broke into a run. The undercorridors twisted upward, narrowing into steep bone-lined passages reinforced with alchemical steel. Sigils burned into the walls containment runes, anti-resonance wards.Seren grimaced. “I hate these symbols.”“They’re meant to weaken Elias,” Caedia said. “And attract him.”Elias scoffed,

  • CHAPTER 74 — “THE THRONE OF MARROW”

    The throne room was silent. Not empty silent. Elias felt it the moment he crossed the threshold. The Echo inside him recoiled, humming low and uneasy, like bone scraping bone.Seren whispered, “This place is wrong.”“I know,” Elias murmured. The chamber stretched wide and tall, carved entirely from interlocked ribs and polished marrow-stone.Pillars shaped like spinal columns rose toward the vaulted ceiling, where faint blue light seeped through fractures in the bone.At the far end. A throne. Not gold. Not stone. Bone. Layer upon layer of fused skeletons, arranged deliberately, reverently. Skulls formed the backrest. Vertebrae the armrests.At its center pulsed a slow, sickly glow. Caedia stopped walking. Her blind eyes turned toward the throne. “The marrow-heart,” she whispered.Seren’s grip tightened on Elias’s sleeve. “That’s… that’s what the Alchemists built?”“Yes,” Caedia said. “And what they’ve been feeding.”Elias took a step forward. The Echo screamed. He staggered, catching

  • CHAPTER 73 — “THE SOUND OF BREAKING BONES”

    The palace undercorridor smelled of iron, wet stone, and fear. Elias slowed only when Caedia raised a clenched fist. “Stop,” she whispered.Seren froze beside him instantly. “What is it now?”Caedia tilted her head, listening not with ears, but with marrow. Her blind eyes clouded darker than usual. “They know,” she said quietly.Elias felt it too a wrongness in the air, like a note played off-key. His bones thrummed uneasily. “The Alchemists?” he asked.“No,” Caedia replied. “Worse.”Seren swallowed. “Please don’t say worse.”Caedia’s jaw tightened. “The palace guard has been reinforced. Bone-dampened armor. Resonance anchors in the walls.”Elias cursed under his breath. “They turned the palace into a cage.”“They turned it into a trap,” Caedia corrected. From ahead came voices many of them sharp, disciplined. Seren whispered, “That’s… a lot of people.”Elias adjusted his grip on the bone dagger. “We don’t fight head-on.”Caedia nodded. “Good. Because if you do, the Echo will answer a

  • CHAPTER 72— “THE PRICE OF THE THRONE”

    The palace undercorridors breathed like a living thing. Stone groaned softly above Elias’s head as he moved through the narrow passage, every step measured, every breath controlled.The Echo pulsed beneath his skin steady now, disciplined but restless, like a predator straining at its leash. Seren walked close at his side.“Tell me we’re not walking into a trap,” she whispered.Elias didn’t look at her. “We are.”She swallowed. “That wasn’t comforting.”Caedia halted suddenly, lifting her hand. “Quiet.”Everyone froze. From beyond the bend in the corridor came voices low, urgent, unmistakably human. “…the ritual circle is ready.” “She won’t last much longer.”“The Alchemist Council wants the Echo bound before dawn.”Seren’s fingers dug into Elias’s sleeve. “That’s them.”Elias felt his bones hum not in rage, but in clarity. “Lyra’s close,” he said softly.Caedia turned her head slightly, listening deeper than sound. “Above us. The old marrow chamber beneath the throne hall.”Seren’s b

  • CHAPTER 71 — “BENEATH THE PALACE BONES”

    The air changed as they climbed. It grew warmer thicker laced with the faint scent of oil, iron, and old incense. Elias felt it immediately, the way his bones vibrated differently now, less wild, more focused.“We’re close,” he said quietly.Seren glanced up the narrow stairwell. “Close to what?”“The palace,” Caedia answered. “Its understructure. The marrow beneath its stone.”Seren swallowed. “That’s… unsettling.”Elias almost smiled. “It should be.” The stairwell opened into a long, horizontal passage reinforced with carved stone instead of bone.Old Bonekeeper sigils had been scraped away and replaced with noble crests Vintrel lions, council seals, Alchemist glyphs burned deep into the walls.Seren frowned. “They erased everything.”“Yes,” Caedia said softly. “And still feared what lay beneath.”Elias’s fingers brushed the stone.The bone-song whispered. Above… blood… chains… He stiffened. Seren noticed instantly. “Elias?” “She’s above us,” he said. “Lyra.”Caedia turned sharply.

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