The Cleansing
Author: Cedar Karamy
last update2026-08-08 06:57:52

The descent from the hills felt agonizingly long. Their steps were heavy, weighed down by utter exhaustion and the pooling floodwaters scattered everywhere. Beneath their feet, the earth was turned to mud and brine, transformed into a thick, brownish mire that settled into every hollow along the path.

Kiana walked alongside Sarmila, her body still weak, her mind spinning in a relentless whirlwind. Every so often, she stole a covert glance toward Arven walking ahead, yet Arven never turned back.
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  • Whispers of the Unspoken

    Kaelen shifted slightly on his ornate stone throne. His voice echoed with a low, measured resonance, bearing the weight of a ruler."Aldric," Kaelen began slowly, choosing every word with utmost care. "Your devotion to Ellara has never been in question, nor has your courage. You have stood by her side as a guardian and a friend, and for that, you have my deepest gratitude."Kaelen paused for a moment. Ellara and Aldric exchanged a brief, gentle smile."Yet Aldric, marriage is a bond that ties two souls together, and right now, the threads of our realm's destiny are frayed. With the mist advancing relentlessly and shadows gathering at our gates, my primary duty is the survival of our people. I cannot entrust Ellara to you today, yet neither do I reject the honor of your request. I ask only for your patience. Continue to stand beside her, protect Ellara as you always have, and let time unveil what lies ahead."Aldric’s sharp mind instantly caught the subtle hesitation veiled beneath Kae

  • The Unspoken Fate

    The Human Realm — Port ValenMorning at Port Valen High School proceeded as usual. Students hurried along the corridors, teachers rushed to their respective classrooms, and the school bell chimed promptly at seven o'clock. Arven sat at his desk, staring blankly at the blackboard, his mind lingering far elsewhere.Dr. Malik.Ever since their encounter on the rooftop, Arven had been unable to purge the man from his thoughts. Not out of fear—he had confronted tsunamis, shadow entities, and portals spanning across dimensions. The man was merely human. Yet humans could prove far more dangerous than any beast. Humans possessed records. Humans operated within organizations. Humans crafted deliberate schemes."Arven." Kiana took her seat beside him, placing her books upon the desk. "You're lost in thought again.""I'm just thinking.""About that man on the roof?"Arven turned to face her. Kiana possessed an uncanny ability to read his mind."I don't know who he is," Arven said softly. "But he

  • The Mist That Devours

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  • The Hunt Begins

    Arven leaped from rooftop to rooftop, his feet landing lightly upon concrete and corrugated iron. He did not look back. There was no need. He knew Dr. Malik remained standing there, watching him depart. Yet Arven could not stop. Not now. Too many eyes had seen. Too many cameras. Too many questions.He descended from the final building, landing in a quiet alley behind the market. Leaning his back against the wall, he caught his breath. His heart hammered rapidly—not from physical exertion, but from anger. He had been so careful for years. He had hidden his power from everyone. Yet that man—Dr. Malik—had managed to track him down."How did he know?" Arven whispered softly.No answer came. The alley remained silent, save for the puddles formed by the rain he had just summoned and the scent of damp asphalt evaporating into the air.Arven pulled out his phone. Three messages from Kiana lit up the screen.'Where are you? I heard there was a fire downtown. Arven, are you okay?'Arven typed a

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  • The Watcher in the Shadows

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