Chapter 108
Author: Lucy
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Eli woke to bells.

Not tolling, not the warped echoes that had haunted the Crest for weeks, but the clean, sharp chime of bronze ringing high and bright. It filled the chapel, poured through the shattered windows, and rolled across the grounds like thunder turned holy.

For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming. The silence inside him was so complete it felt alien, like a missing limb. No whispers, no voices, no pull from the Eye. Just… emptiness.

He sat up slowly, every muscle aching as though he had been wrung out and left to dry. Lena’s hand steadied him, firm against his shoulder. Her eyes were red, her lips pressed tight, but when he looked at her, she didn’t speak. She just nodded, relief radiating in the smallest curve of her mouth.

Callum stood on the far side of the spiral, sword dangling at his side, his face pale beneath a sheen of sweat. He looked at Eli like he wasn’t sure if he should congratulate him or cut his head off.

The chapel was quiet except for the bells. Th
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