Chapter 59: Ashes of the Vault
Author: Lucy
last update2025-08-22 04:23:40

The Vault was gone.

The silence was heavier than the screaming had been, almost unbearable. The shelves that had towered with ancient texts were collapsed into piles of blackened wood. The glowing sigils on the floor still smoldered, smoke curling upward like dying incense. The air reeked of blood and ash, of sweat and fear, of something worse — the ozone tang of power unleashed without control.

Eli sat slumped against the cracked pedestal, breathing shallow, his hand still bleeding sluggishly through Lena’s makeshift bandage. His eyes were glassy, but not vacant — they darted across the wreckage like he was still in the fight, like every shadow was another mob member waiting to pounce.

Lena knelt in front of him, pressing harder on the wound. Her hands shook, but her voice was steady. “Stay with me. You hear me, Kingston? Stay here.”

He smirked weakly. “I thought you liked telling me to go to hell.”

“I’ll send you there later. Right now, you don’t get to leave.”

Callum stood apart fr
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