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Chapter 142: The Song of Tomorrow
Chapter 142 — Epilogue: The Song of TomorrowThe wind swept softly across the golden fields of Loria, carrying the scent of rain and new beginnings. The sun was rising — a brilliant sphere of amber that bathed the world in warmth, spilling light through the ruins-turned-meadows where once chaos reigned.It had been three months since the Relic’s awakening — since Elliott Fen had vanished into light. The scars of battle had faded, and the lands once fractured by greed and war were slowly healing. The rivers ran clear again, forests bloomed, and the skies — once cracked and bruised — now shimmered a soft blue.In a quiet valley near the restored city of Vareth, a small inn stood beneath a willow tree. Its sign swung gently in the morning breeze:“The Shard’s Rest — In Memory of a Fool Who Saved Us All.”Inside, the clatter of dishes, laughter, and music filled the air.Durn leaned back in his chair, half-asleep, a mug of something too strong for breakfast in his hand. “I told ya,” he gr
Chapter 141- The Light Beyond Loria
Chapter 141 — The Light Beyond LoriaThe night was still when Elliott stood at the edge of the ruins, the fractured moon hanging above him like an open eye. The air shimmered faintly — thin streams of silver drifting upward from the broken Shard of Loria he now held. His hands trembled around it, feeling its quiet hum sink deep into his bones.Behind him, the others waited in silence — Aria’s eyes soft with exhaustion, Durn’s axe resting against his shoulder, Lyra sitting cross-legged, nursing her bandaged arm, and Fenric leaning on his staff, his expression unreadable beneath the hood.They had done it. After all the chaos, all the blunders, betrayals, and unexpected heroics — they had all five shards.The final piece pulsed in Elliott’s grasp. Its light connected with the others hovering before them, weaving a radiant lattice that painted the broken ruins in threads of dawnlight.“Is it… really over?” Lyra asked quietly.Elliott didn’t answer. The truth was — he didn’t know.The Sha
Chapter 140: The Ghosts of the Fallen
Chapter 140 – The Ghosts of the FallenThe dawn after peace always feels the strangest.It wasn’t quiet — not really — but it was the kind of stillness that made every hammer strike, every voice, every bird’s call echo like a memory of something larger. Calvess was waking up again, and for once, it wasn’t to the sound of marching boots or distant screams.Kai stood near the riverbank that cut through the southern edge of the city — a place once black with ash and bodies, now flowing clear for the first time in months. The reflection of the rising sun rippled over the water, scattering light like shards of gold.He hadn’t slept. His dreams, when they came, were filled with faces — some he had saved, some he had failed to. But none lingered longer than Bram’s.It was strange, he thought, how much quieter death made a man.He turned as footsteps approached behind him. Solenne’s boots crunched against the pebbles, her cloak trailing mud. Even out of armor, she still carried herself like a
Chapter 139: The Seeds of Dawn
Chapter 139 – The Seeds of DawnThe rain had stopped three days ago, but the scent of it still lingered in the earth. Puddles gleamed like fragments of glass scattered between stones, and the new grass that sprouted between cracks carried the pale green of beginning again.Calvess — once a city of screaming bells and firelight — now whispered with the soft sounds of rebuilding. Hammers struck wood, children’s laughter echoed through alleyways once charred black, and the distant hum of voices blended into a strange, almost sacred music. It was imperfect, noisy, and alive.Kai stood on the balcony of what used to be the command tower. Now it was half-broken, its stones scorched, its banners gone. But from up there, he could see everything — the skeleton of the city taking its first careful breaths.He wore a simple shirt rolled to his elbows, his sword still at his hip but untouched. His hair, longer now, moved with the breeze that came down from the northern cliffs. He’d never thought
Chapter 138: After the Fire
Chapter 138 – After the FireThe rain returned three days later.It came quietly this time, without thunder, without fury — as if the heavens themselves were ashamed of what they had watched. The fires of Calvess hissed and faded, leaving behind a city of ghosts. Streets once filled with laughter were now rivers of blackened water. The proud banners of the Lion had turned to ash, clinging to broken towers like faded memories.Kai stood atop the remnants of the southern wall, wrapped in a tattered cloak. His left arm was bound tight in linen; his sword hung limp at his side. The air smelled of smoke and iron.Below, the survivors moved among the ruins — scavenging what food they could, tending to the wounded, burying the dead. Children, silent and watchful, followed behind the healers with eyes far too old for their years.Mira limped across the courtyard, her shoulder still raw from battle. Her hair had been cut short, unevenly, burned at the ends. When she reached Kai, she didn’t spe
Chapter 137: The Fall of the Lion
Chapter 137 – The Fall of the LionThe dawn came red. Not from the sun, but from fire.Calvess burned like a dying god, every tower a pyre, every street a river of ash. The rain had stopped, but the air was still wet — with smoke, with blood, with the last breaths of the city that had defied an empire.Kai staggered through the wreckage of the gate. His armor was cracked, his face streaked with dirt and grief. His sword, once polished silver, now looked forged from ruin.Behind him, Mira limped, her arm bound, her eyes wild. Corvyn supported Theo, who barely stood. The defenders had fallen back into the keep’s lower courtyard — the final wall before the sanctum.The banners of Calvess hung in tatters from the ramparts.And across the courtyard, through smoke and embers, Bram approached.The conqueror’s crimson cape dragged through the mud. His armor gleamed with the reflection of flames, his face expressionless — almost serene. In his hand, the great black sword pulsed faintly, as tho
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