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Chapter 90: The Shard of Unspoken Truths
Chapter 90 – The Shard of Unspoken TruthsThe storm broke over the cliffs of Veyra with a violence that made even Elliott pause before stepping forward. Wind ripped across the jagged stone, carrying with it the smell of salt, thunder, and something… ancient. Somewhere within the cavern below the cliff lay the next shard—called The Shard of Unspoken Truths.“I don’t like how dramatic this is,” Seraphina muttered, clutching her cloak tighter. “Storms never mean anything good in ancient lore. They’re always symbolic. And you know what symbols mean? Foreshadowing. And foreshadowing means doom.”“Or,” Quinn said, grinning as lightning flashed, “it could just mean we’re getting closer to winning. Heroes always walk into storms at the turning point.”“Tell that to the ones who get fried on the way in,” Seraphina shot back.Elliott adjusted his pack and looked at the yawning mouth of the cavern. Its edges were etched with strange runes that pulsed faintly with white-blue light, as if the stor
Chapter 89: The Road to the Loom
Chapter 89 – The Road to the LoomThe dawn stretched thin across the horizon as the group began their march. The earth still carried the echo of the Harbinger’s retreat—scorched soil, twisted stone, and the unnatural stillness of a world holding its breath. The air itself seemed heavier, as if reality strained under invisible pressure.Kai led with uneven steps, Mira supporting his weight with one arm, though he tried to hide how much he leaned on her. Toren trudged behind them, his armor clattering with each tired stride, while Elira walked silently, her fingers brushing faint sigils in the air as though weaving invisible wards.No one spoke for a long while. The silence between them wasn’t emptiness—it was purpose.Finally, Toren broke it, his voice gruff. “So this Loom—what in the nine hells even is it? Elira, you’ve been rattling on about threads and tapestries, but I’d like something solid before I walk into another myth and get my other arm ripped off.”Elira exhaled slowly, gat
Chapter 88: Ashes and Resolve
Chapter 88 – Ashes and ResolveThe storm’s remnants dragged across the sky like bruises fading into dawn. The plateau, once a place of ruin and fire, now lay in eerie stillness. Steam rose from the cracks in the earth, carrying the scent of scorched stone and ash.Kai lay propped against a boulder, his breaths shallow but steady. Mira had refused to leave his side, her sword now resting on the ground, her hand gripping his like an anchor. Toren sat nearby, his armor dented and blackened, the haft of his broken axe across his knees. Elira knelt in quiet meditation, her hands glowing faintly as she wove restorative sigils to mend what she could of their battered bodies.The silence felt heavy. Too heavy.It was Mira who finally broke it, her voice hoarse. “That wasn’t victory. Not really. He pulled back on his own terms.”Toren spat blood into the dirt. “Aye. Bastard didn’t retreat because we scared him. He’s plotting something worse.”Elira opened her eyes, the glow fading. “Perhaps bo
Chapter 87: The Harbinger's Gambit
Chapter 87 – The Harbinger’s GambitThe light from the shattered hourglass lingered like an afterimage across the sky, gilding the storm in fire and gold. For one breathless moment, the battlefield stood suspended—neither victory nor defeat, only the trembling pause between heartbeats.Then the Harbinger roared.His cloak of shadows ripped wider, unfurling like a torn banner against the heavens. His form flickered, unstable, but his malice only grew sharper, more venomous. His voice cracked the air like thunder.“You think your defiance means anything? The river of time cannot be dammed by children playing at heroes.”Kai stumbled back, the fragments of the hourglass now dust slipping through his fingers. His chest burned with exhaustion, his body begging to collapse. But as the Harbinger advanced, Mira darted to his side.“You’re not touching him,” she hissed, her blade raised despite her trembling arm.Toren dragged himself upright, leaning on what remained of his axe. His breath ra
Chapter 86: The Shattered Hourglass
Chapter 86 – The Shattered HourglassThe wind howled across the barren plateau, carrying with it the bitter scent of smoke and blood. Above, the sky was torn in half: one side a bruised red streaked with lightning, the other swallowed by endless black, as if the heavens themselves warred over who would claim the world.Kai stood at the center of the plateau, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. His once-pristine robes were torn and bloodstained, and his hands trembled as he held onto the broken fragments of the ancient hourglass relic. The Shards of Time.Around him, the party lay scattered, battered but alive. Mira struggled to her feet, her silver hair matted with blood, one hand clutching her ribs. Toren sat against a shattered stone, his axe cracked down the middle, his breaths shallow but stubborn. Elira knelt in silence, her eyes fixed on Kai with a look that wavered between despair and unyielding faith.The enemy’s laughter echoed.From the shadows of the storm, the
Chapter 85: The Ledge of Shadows
Chapter 85 – The Ledge of Shadows The ledge was nothing more than a scar across the cliff, narrow as a knife’s edge, forcing them to press shoulder and cheek against cold, jagged stone. The air smelled of iron and dust, and below yawned an abyss so deep that no torchlight could have revealed its floor. A single slip would be enough to vanish forever. Elliott’s boots scraped, sending pebbles tumbling. He froze as they clicked against the stone, then disappeared into silence. He imagined them falling for hours, never striking bottom. His fingers ached from clinging to the rough wall, his knuckles bloodied, but the satchel against his hip throbbed with a steady heartbeat. The shard inside was alive, awake, whispering with every step. Above, Serath moved like a queen across the ravine’s rim, her silhouette etched against a sky of storm clouds. She did not hurry. She did not need to. Her shadows poured over the cliff’s edge in writhing streams, slinking downward like hunting serpents.
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