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Ash and Ascension
Marco walked up to the mountain , wounded , hurt .The first thing Marco felt was heat.Not the warmth of sunlight or the kiss of a hearth, but a suffocating blaze that seemed to exist beneath his skin. He woke in darkness yet light trembled from within him, veins glowing faintly gold before dimming again, like a dying star gasping for air.Sophia saw Marco and ran to him .Surprised, she said “ how are you here , how did you get out Malakai void “ he whispered hoarsely. “ I don't know, all I know is I woke up a few meters from the mountain and walked here, I Don't know, how I got out “ Sophia assisted him to a chair, He sat up slowly. The walls around him were not stone but ash compacted layers of burned memories. Every movement disturbed a thousand whispers. Faces formed and dissolved in the gray mist, some familiar, some monstrous.Then came the voice , faint, like breath through cracked glass.“You wear my fire well, for a man of dust.”Marco froze. The voice belon
The Shadow that spoke
The wind over the mountain carried whispers now.Not the kind born of breeze or leaves, but low murmurs that bled from the cracks in the air , sounds too deliberate, too patient.The Ancient One stood at the edge of the obsidian cliffs, his robes stirring like dark water. His sightless eyes turned toward the horizon, though what he saw was far beyond it.“ I hope everything is going well with Aria and Liora,”he murmured, voice lined with centuries.Sophia sat nearby, her hands clasped tight around a crystal sphere that pulsed faintly blue , Marco’s last trace of energy, or what remained of it.Ava , Marco's friend , knelt beside her, pressing fingers to the soil as though listening through the ground itself.“His thread is fading,” Ava whispered. “It feels like smoke , I can barely feel him anymore.”The Ancient One tilted his head, the motion sharp, animal-like. “Not fading , Changing , His essence is shifting through planes I can no longer read.”Sophia looked up, her expressi
when divinity breaks
The night had no shape. It hung over the land like a wound that refused to close.Beneath its weight, the world waited.Marco’s eyes snapped open.Stone ceiling. Breath shallow, The smell of iron and dust.For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was still in the pit of his mind or if he had clawed his way back to the world. The darkness was too still, too deliberate, as if the air itself were listening.He pushed himself upright, every bone shivering with fatigue.Then Whisper.“You thought you left me behind, child of fading light.”Marco froze. The voice wasn’t in the room. It was in his pulse .Malakai, Still there.Still humming like a god’s echo lodged behind his eyes.“Get out of my head,” Marco muttered, pressing both hands to his skull.But the whisper only deepened. It was like standing at the edge of a sea and hearing the tide speak back.“Do you think gods leave so easily? You called my name once, remember? In the dark, when your faith cracked.”“I never called you.”“
The silence beneath the world
Darkness swelled like a tide inside Marco’s skull. The air around him had no shape, no scent, no end. The dungeon walls he remembered had melted away, leaving only the echo of his breathing, shallow and ragged.He tried to move, but his body was gone. Only thought remained bare, trembling thought.Then came the voice.Soft at first, like smoke curling around his mind.“You’ve wandered far, little flame.”Marco froze. The sound wasn’t heard , it was felt . A hum vibrating through the marrow of his being.“Malakai,” he hissed, the name scraping his tongue like rust.“Names,” the voice purred. “How small they sound when spoken from broken lips , You’ve worn yours thin with defiance.”Marco tried to form anger, to remember the reasons for it , the battles, Ruby’s eyes, the blood under his nails. But memory slid away like water.“What do you want from me?”“Want?” A laugh like the shatter of a crystal. “You speak as though desire is mine to choose. I want to , I am hungry, clothe
The Hunt of Shadows
The wind carried ash instead of snow.It howled through the dead valleys, bending the black grass in waves that whispered like a thousand restless spirits. The stars above were dim and trembling pale embers in a bruised sky.Aria trudged ahead, cloak torn, hair tangled in the storm’s breath. Her boots sank into the dust of forgotten bones. Behind her, Liora followed, silent and radiant, her light muted by exhaustion. Every step left behind a faint shimmer, the last trace of her fading divinity.They had been walking for days or perhaps it was nights. Time had begun to blur since the fall ..Aria glanced back. “You’re slowing down again,” she said, voice hoarse from the wind.Liora looked up, eyes gleaming like molten gold beneath the hood of her cloak. “You mistake endurance for hesitation. I sense what follows us.”Aria frowned. “You’ve been saying that since we left the ruins.”“And I’ve been right since then,” Liora murmured. Her tone was soft, but there was a tremor beneat
The Lantern Between Worlds
The moon was a broken coin above the valley half light, half shadow. The air trembled with the sound of something ancient breathing. The trees bent, whispering prayers in tongues no one remembered.Aria stood beneath them, her cloak heavy with ash, her hands still trembling with what she faced in the veil, those visions she had seen of Marco's fall, Ruby’s scream, the god that devoured the sun.Aria appears in the mountains, gasping from breath. “Where is he?” she whispered, voice trembling between grief and disbelief. “Were we able to save him?”The Ancient One did not answer at first. His form was a shimmer of gold dust and shadow, his eyes two dying stars. When he finally spoke, it was like the wind had learned to mourn.“He walks the edge between life and nothing,” he said. “His path is hidden, even from me.”Aria’s jaw tightened. “You told me this will work , you told me we could safe him”“I told you , you are the one to save your sister, ” the Ancient One replied soft
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