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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-two: The Flames Beneath Silence
The halls of the High Sanctum were quieter now. Not with peace—but the silence of a kingdom holding its breath.After the Codex had spoken, the Council’s iron grip had cracked. Some Elders left that night—silent, veiled in shame. Others stayed, rattled but resolute. And Ethan… Ethan remained where the echoes of ancient truth still burned.He sat in the Hall of Records, surrounded by shelves of forgotten decrees and buried oaths. The lantern beside him flickered. His eyes scanned one scroll after another, Mara beside him projecting translations, timestamps, and blood-seal authentications.“There,” Mara said, pausing on one ancient parchment. “The decree that sentenced your father’s House to exile. Signed… by Elder Brovan. Under false claims of treason.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “He knew the truth. Even then.”“He feared your father would rise to power. And now he fears you’ll succeed where he failed.”The chamber door creaked.Auryn stepped in, the shadows of her own past heavy in her ga
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One: Council of Fractures
The Council of Elders convened beneath the shattered dome of Aetherhall, their robes rippling like storm-torn banners. The chamber, once regal and radiant, now bore the scars of decades of silence, its marble veins cracked, its banners faded.Twelve seats encircled the obsidian table. Only seven were occupied.The remaining five sat in shadow—marked vacant by either death or disgrace.A singular voice pierced the silence.“Then it’s true?” asked Elder Saelin, her white hair bound tight as the blade she once wielded. “The Codex has been opened.”Across the table, Elder Brovan leaned forward, eyes narrow. “And the Forsaken Heir has touched the Throne of the Remembered. This is no rumor. It was witnessed by the Seers.”A flicker of dread passed between the elders like an unseen flame.“He’s just a child,” Elder Tyros grumbled, his voice gravel wrapped in disdain. “A ghost of a fallen bloodline, fed lies and vengeance.”“But he lives,” murmured Elder Ellira, gaze distant, as if seeing som
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Winds of the Forgotten
The skyship rose with a groan, creaking as ancient gears turned beneath its wooden hull, whispering stories of past journeys and forgotten skies. Ethan stood on its prow, the wind tugging at his cloak as the heavens opened around him.Beneath the vessel, clouds twisted into spirals of gold and silver, carved by ancient magicks still active in the upper layers of the world. Lightning danced through them silently, like nervous spirits waiting for judgment.Mara’s projection hovered beside him, flickering with faint interference. “Altitude stabilizing. You’re now entering the Unclaimed Corridor—the neutral zone between Aetherhold’s skyspace and the Skyborne Dominion.”“And they’re watching already,” Ethan murmured, narrowing his eyes at the distant silhouettes—floating monoliths of obsidian, surrounded by winged sentries.“Three contact points detected,” Mara confirmed. “Ships flanking us. Defensive, not hostile... yet.”Ethan’s hand rested on the memory pendant at his neck—the one conta
Chapter One Hundred Twenty Nine: Echoes of Reclamation
The sunrise over Aetherhold had never looked so unburdened.No longer cloaked in smoke or tainted by the pulse of forgotten weapons, the horizon bathed the land in a golden hue, as if the world itself recognized the weight lifted from its spine.Ethan stood atop the reconstructed steps of the Pillar Hall, no longer a fugitive nor a cursed child, but a sovereign chosen not by lineage—but by sacrifice.The great bell tolled three times.It wasn’t a call to war. It was a call to remembrance.Below him, the people gathered—former nobles, exiled families, outcast mages, warriors of the old code, and even the descendants of those who had once condemned his bloodline.For the first time in centuries, they stood together—not in fear, not in hierarchy—but in unity.Beside Ethan stood Vaela, her hand gripping the Scepter of Names—an artifact long lost, now reclaimed. Its magic hummed as each name she read aloud echoed into the wind, rewriting the Codex of Rule with truth.“Elir of the Crescent
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight: Rise of the Harbinger
The sky turned to ash.From the distant veil of clouds, the Harbinger descended like a god fallen from grace—its wings vast as cities, forged of bone and shadow. Its cry shattered the stillness of the air, not just a sound, but a psychic scream that echoed through the minds of all who stood upon the mountain.Ethan felt the weight of it press against his thoughts—an ancient pain, a hatred older than kingdoms. It wasn’t just a beast. It was a memory made flesh.Mara staggered, gripping her head. “It’s… in my mind.”Elias dropped to one knee, struggling to breathe. “It’s not attacking—it’s corrupting. Dreamwalking through our fears.”Vaela slammed her staff to the ground, forming a protective sigil of light that pulsed outward in a dome. Inside it, the air cleared slightly. The mental pressure loosened.“The Harbinger is not of flesh alone,” Vaela warned. “It was crafted by the Tribunal from the broken wills of a thousand seers. It devours belief. If you doubt—even for a second—it will
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: Twin Flame Reckoning
The world outside the vault had already begun to unravel.Skies above the Citadel cracked with unnatural lightning as ancestral seals trembled, awakened by the reformation of the codex bond. The ground itself moaned, ancient roots of power stirring for the first time in centuries. And at the epicenter stood two heirs—once sundered, now igniting a flame older than empires.Ethan could feel it—the change. It wasn't just the codex; it was Elias, too. A veil had lifted from his brother’s eyes. They weren't just reflections of the same bloodline anymore. They were echoes of the same will. And now, that will have a name: Reckoning.“What happens now?” Elias whispered, still breathless from the surge of memory and magic.“We bring the truth into the light,” Ethan said, steadying the codex under his arm. “But be warned... truth is a flame. It burns even those who carry it.”Mara activated her neural blade, scanning their surroundings as tremors grew deeper beneath their feet. “The Watchers wi
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