Heir of Lightening

Chapter 239. The Sky Wardens’ Verdict.

The skies above Erebo were dark again, not with storm, but with judgment.

A stillness hung over the floating city of the Black Perch, that eerie terrace of onyx stone suspended by unseen qi currents. The air was sharp and cold, thin like a blade against skin. Even the smallest whisper carried weight here, every word like a hammer in the quiet.

The Sky Wardens stood gathered in the upper sanctum, twenty one figures draped in woven shadows and pale light. Their eyes glowed faintly, not with color, but with essence, the mark of those who had bound themselves to Erebo’s Dusk Qi for centuries. Beneath their circle stood Vael, weary yet resolute, and beside him, was Kirin.

He did not bow. He didn’t even look at them with respect. His hair, streaked faintly with pale black from his time in the Dusk currents, framed a face that had seen too much. His eyes, however, were storms. Not metaphorically, they were storms. Every flicker of his emotion sent faint arcs of lightning crawling down his ne