Chapter 35: Unwoven Contract
Author: Namelessones
last update2026-10-15 13:08:57

Sunlight gave way to violet twilight over floating gardens of Sol-Aethelgard. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light across white marble floorboards inside Gilded Horizon Pavilion. Warm drafts drifted through open archways, carrying scents of roasted meats, aged wine, and sweet jasmine oil.

Jaroth stood near a carved pillar, holding a glass of fruit juice. Maya stood a pace behind him, her eyes tracking every noble coat moving through the reception hall.

Broadcast footage of Jaroth unweaving C
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