CHAPTER 41
Author: Victoria C
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The Edge of Darkness

The air was thick with tension as Lian stood at the edge of the ruined temple, the oppressive shadow of the Blood Key’s curse gnawing relentlessly at his soul.

The storm above mirrored the turmoil within him—roiling, unpredictable, ready to burst. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale feeling like it pulled the dark poison deeper into his veins.

Mira’s voice echoed in his mind—a fragile lifeline. “You can fight it, Lian. There’s a way. I found something.” But the god’s voice, cold and commanding, whispered louder, tempting him to surrender.

The cursed power clawed at his consciousness, promising strength beyond measure if only he would yield.

The altar’s jagged stones seemed to pulse with a sinister life, the ancient runes glowing faintly in the gloom. Lian’s hands trembled as he reached out, a part of him aching to embrace the darkness for the power it offered.

But another part, the part that still remembered who he was, screamed to resist.

Behind him,
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    The Edge of DarknessThe air was thick with tension as Lian stood at the edge of the ruined temple, the oppressive shadow of the Blood Key’s curse gnawing relentlessly at his soul. The storm above mirrored the turmoil within him—roiling, unpredictable, ready to burst. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale feeling like it pulled the dark poison deeper into his veins.Mira’s voice echoed in his mind—a fragile lifeline. “You can fight it, Lian. There’s a way. I found something.” But the god’s voice, cold and commanding, whispered louder, tempting him to surrender.The cursed power clawed at his consciousness, promising strength beyond measure if only he would yield. The altar’s jagged stones seemed to pulse with a sinister life, the ancient runes glowing faintly in the gloom. Lian’s hands trembled as he reached out, a part of him aching to embrace the darkness for the power it offered. But another part, the part that still remembered who he was, screamed to resist.Behind him,

  • CHAPTER 40

    The Queen’s GambitThe palace had not seen this many candles lit since the coronation.They lined the marble corridors in disciplined rows, their flames trembling as if they, too, sensed the tension coiled beneath the celebration. Silk banners fell from the vaulted ceilings—royal blue, blood-red, gold threaded with sigils older than the kingdom itself. Music drifted through the air, soft and ceremonial, yet every note rang too sharp in Serah’s ears.Tonight was meant to reassure the court.Tonight was meant to project strength.And tonight, Serah intended to gamble everything.She stood at the center of the Hall of Crowns, spine straight, chin lifted, her expression carved into calm perfection. Nobles bowed as they passed her, whispering behind jeweled fans and gilded masks. They saw a composed queen regent presiding over a sacred rite.None of them saw the storm inside her.If I misstep tonight, she thought, the kingdom burns.Her gaze slid to the man standing near the eastern pilla

  • CHAPTER 39

    BLOOD AND SHADOWSThe moon rose full and pale above the ruined hills, washing the night in silver light.Lian felt it before he saw it.A pressure beneath his skin. A slow, tightening coil in his chest. The Blood Key burned—not hot, not cold, but aware. As if something inside him had opened one eye and was watching the sky.He stopped walking.The rebels behind him nearly collided into his back before Mira raised a sharp hand, signaling them to halt. She studied Lian’s rigid posture, the way his shoulders were drawn tight, the faint tremor running through his fingers.“Lian?” she whispered. “What is it?”He didn’t answer at first.The god inside him stirred.You feel it too, the Devourer murmured, voice slick and pleased. The moon remembers us.Lian clenched his jaw. Be silent.The Blood Key pulsed in response, a dull crimson glow seeping through his clothes, painting his skin in faint veins of light. Mira inhaled sharply.“It’s happening again,” she said, fear threatening her voice

  • CHAPTER 38

    The Broken SealThe first crack was not seen.It felt.A deep, shuddering vibration rippled through the ground beneath Lian’s boots as he stood at the edge of the ruined watchtower, staring toward the distant mountains. Birds burst from the treeline in a screaming black cloud. Somewhere far off, the stone collapsed. The air itself seemed to recoil, thickening, pressing against his lungs like a held breath that had gone on too long.Lian clenched his jaw.The Seal was failing.He had felt it for days now—subtle at first. A distortion in the flow of power. The Devourer inside him had grown restless, pacing the edges of his consciousness like a caged beast sensing weakness in its bars. But this—this violent tremor—was no whisper.It was a warning.Below him, the valley writhed with movement. Villagers fled along the road, their carts abandoned, faces pale with terror. Smoke rose from a distant farmstead, curling into the bruised sky. Even the light looked wrong—too dim, as though the sun

  • CHAPTER 37

    Chains of the PastMira had always believed the past stayed buried if you didn’t speak its name.Tonight proved her wrong.The underground chamber smelled of damp stone and old blood. Torchlight flickered along the curved walls, casting warped shadows that crawled like living things. Mira sat on a low bench near the far end, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, nails digging into her skin until she felt pain—real, grounding pain.Anything to drown out the memories clawing their way up.Lian stood several paces away, speaking quietly with Serah and the remaining rebel captains. His voice was controlled, calm—but Mira could feel the strain beneath it. The Blood Key pulsed faintly through the air, a pressure she had learned to recognize even without seeing the mark.They were running out of time.Kael was still missing.The ransom demanded blood, obedience, and sacrifice. And Mira knew—deep in her bones—that the storm circling Lian would eventually consume everyone near him.Including h

  • CHAPTER 36

    THE RISING STORMThe rebellion was no longer a single voice.It was a storm of whispers—sharp, fearful, angry—colliding in the dark chambers beneath the ruined quarter. What had once felt like a fragile family now trembled on the edge of fracture.Lian stood at the center of it, silent, watching.Torches burned low along the stone walls, their flames unsteady, casting warped shadows that crawled across familiar faces. These were the people he had saved. The people who had followed him when he was nothing more than a rumor wrapped in black cloth.Now they looked at him like he was something else.Something dangerous.“We’re losing control,” one of the fighters snapped, slamming a fist against the table. “Every time the Blood Key flares, the palace tightens its grip. Patrols double. Arrests triple.”“And whose fault is that?” another voice shot back. “Without Lian, we’d still be slaves waiting to die.”A woman near the back shook her head violently. “You didn’t see what I saw last night

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