Chapter 217
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-31 00:03:00

The morning sunlight poured through the towering stained-glass windows of the great rotunda of the Archive.

Colors darted across the pristine marble, the reds turning to gold, then to blue, and then green, all slowly changing every minute.

Circularly at the center of the chamber was a table, with a glowing crystal sphere emitting pulses of memory-light.

Silently around it sat the delegates of every prominent Harmonist center who had traveled from all across: from the snow-covered Frost Peaks, heavy chambers of Emberstone, tranquil towers of Auralis Isle, and even floating Bound Echo Isles.

There Oliver stood, tall, silent, in full cloaks brushed against the floor. Hanging by his side was his sword, the Apocalypse Blade.

It had never shined even once; yet, from time to time, it gave a soft hum-a kind of a warning whispered beneath strong currents.

Behind him, sprawled up on a raised dais, loomed a portrait of Zara. The face; still, peaceful, and strong-was a reminder of sacrifice
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