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Chapter 51: Against the Tide
In Heath's fist, the Sun-Shard blazed like a living star. Between his fingers, golden light streamed, burning shadow-flesh wherever it came into contact. The closest Umbral dissolved into black steam and wailed (high, ripping). However, the tide continued to rise. The light that was not yet dawn was mirrored in ten thousand yellow eyes, and not a single one of them blinked. They had seconds. Savannah was half-transformed, her eyes twin inferno of crimson and gold, her fur flowing across human skin in the moonlight as she stood at the center of the circle. She had been bought minutes, not hours, by the serpent's last gift, which was sunshine poured into White Wolf blood. With each breath, frost was already dripping from her lips. She grabbed the fragment. Heath paused for a single heartbeat. With a gruff voice, he replied, "If I give this to you now, it completes what the First Wolf began." You are aware of the cost. Savannah's smile was little, timeless, and fearless. She said
Chapter 50: The City Awakens
When the Sun-Shard awoke, they were halfway across the causeway. Heath had insisted on carrying the silk-wrapped crystal the last few miles, and Scarlett had just handed it to him. The shard met anchor-blood and identified him as soon as his fingers closed around it. Night gave way to blinding midday as golden light sprang forth, as strong as a newborn sun. The lake responded. The water boiled. Towers of white marble shattered like bullets from rifles. Their boots caused the causeway to buckle. A sound emerged from the depths—not a scream or a roar, but the exhale of stone that had held its breath for six hundred years throughout the entire city. Heath's eyes grew wide. The shard pulsed in sync with the silver wolf-mark on his chest, burning hot against his hand. "It knows me," he murmured, his fear and wonder intertwined. The city thereafter started to die. Slow, elegant avalanches brought down arches. The First Wolves' statues fell, their features calm even as they broke. Wit
Chapter 49: The Sun-Shard
The Hall of Kings seemed heavier than when they had left, but they brought back enough mythology to arm a country. As the ten survivors placed their selected weapons on the black-glass dais-like offerings, the First Wolves statues silently observed. As if the city itself lamented the cost already incurred, the silver light had faded to a solemn radiance. Scarlett carefully placed the white-gold collar next to the other artifacts. "She ought to be here," she remarked in a harsh tone. Mason's elderly gaze remained focused on the enormous statue of the White Wolf. "She will be." Her narrative doesn't end here. The huge star-forged axe was moved across Vance's shoulders. "So, where is the remainder of it? We have arrows, armor, and blades, but the songs all mentioned one weapon above all others. He was correct. Every Long Winter story concluded in the same manner: the First White Wolf raised Dawnbreaker, a spear of living sunshine, and drove it through the Hunger's heart when all h
Chapter 48: The Hall of Kings
The tunnel led to a huge room beneath a drowned lake that shouldn't have been there.As if the moon itself had been trapped and subdued within the stone, white marble rose in flawless arches a hundred feet above the ground, veined with silver that gleamed steadily and softly. The air tasted of old frost, and it was chilly and dry; there was no dripping water. The sound of their feet sounded like heartbeats.Perched on a balcony, they had a view of the Hall of Kings.A central aisle below was lined with two hundred statues, life-size wolves carved from single pieces of white quartz. With their heads held high and their eyes inlaid with starlight opal that reflected the shifting colors of the silver glow, each one stood with pride. They had strong, stubborn, and sad expressions instead of calm ones (wolves who had battled despite knowing they would lose everything).At the extreme end, on a black glass dais, was the biggest statue: an elephant-sized White Wolf with fur that rippled as i
Chapter 47: The Guardian
A gate of white stone, so old that it gleamed dimly in the black sea, marked the end of the causeway. The words "ONLY THE WORTHY MAY PASS" were inscribed in the First Tongue above the arch, deeper than any sword could cut. A WOLF KNOWING DEATH IS THE ONLY ONE WHO MAY GO IN.The water itself rose before the gate.The surface was broken by a serpent that was thicker than three wolves standing shoulder to shoulder and longer than the causeway. Moon-silver scales, each engraved with cold-burning runes, overlapped like plate armor. Ancient, unblinking eyes the color of frozen stars stared at them. The air became frost and then snow when it breathed.It had no mouth to speak. Its voice came from blood and bone.White Wolf. The shadow of the ANCHOR. YOU'RE LATE.With the shadows separating from the others and encircling her like living armor, Savannah took a step forward.She declared, "We've come for the weapons."They're not presents. They are burdens. Show that you are capable of carrying
Chapter 46: The Marsh of Whispers
The world turned toxic when they arrived in the Marsh of Whispers on the ninth night.Every stride they took was accompanied by a moist sucking sound that sounded like flesh tearing as the ground loosened beneath their boots. The black river reflected a starless sky and pooled ankle-deep, knee-deep, and waist-deep. Around them, gaunt, skeletal trees covered in gray moss swayed in the absence of wind. The air tasted of sweet copper and decay.Scarlett led, twin daggers at the ready, silver bow unstrung to keep it dry. Vance trailed after, breathing slowly through a handkerchief drenched in moss while holding an axe across his back. Mason hobbled to the center, holding the oilskin-covered hide map. Savannah was the last to arrive, her shadows encircling the group like a living cloak and scanning the atmosphere for dangers.Before they had walked a hundred steps, the first whisper was heard.You abandoned them to perish.Scarlett's head jerked to the left. Just hanging moss and black wat
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