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Chapter Two hundred and Twenty-one
The Prophecy of the Third DawnThe rain had begun to fall in earnest by the time the Seers gathered in the lower sanctum.A hundred candles burned in silence, their flames swaying like whispering tongues.The marble floor reflected their light, fractured and trembling — as if the world itself doubted its reflection.At the center stood Elder Veyra, the eldest among them, her silver eyes shadowed with thought. Around her, the Circle of Nine formed in a quiet ring, their robes a sea of muted gray.No one spoke for several moments. Only the steady drip of rain through the open dome broke the stillness.Finally, Veyra spoke.“She bears it now. The mark has taken the shadow’s hue.”A ripple of unease passed through the circle.One of the younger Seers, Maeon, lifted his gaze. “Are we certain it is the same corruption that touched the boy?”“Corruption?” Veyra repeated softly. “No, not corruption. The merging of two sources long separated.The boy was touched by the Master’s essence. The g
Chapter Two hundred and Twenty
The Whisper Beneath Her SkinThe air in Thalenor was still — unnaturally so.Even the wind seemed afraid to breathe.Selene sat at the edge of the marble dais, the faint hum of the runes beneath her feet still resonating through her bones. Adrian lay motionless on the cot beside her, his chest rising and falling with a fragile rhythm that made her count every breath in silent fear.For hours, she hadn’t moved. Her eyes traced the curve of his face, memorizing every detail — the faint scar above his brow, the way his lashes brushed his cheek, the tension that never truly left his jaw even in sleep.He looked human again.But she could feel it — the shadow that coiled beneath his pulse.The Seers had withdrawn to their private chambers, leaving her alone with him. Yet, she could still feel their magic lingering in the air, an invisible weave of protection and warning.“Sleep,” she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You’ve fought long enough.”But even as she s
Chapter Two hundred and Nineteen
The Seers of ThalenorThe dawn broke like a wound that refused to heal.Selene rode hard through the ashen forest, the wind tearing at her cloak, her arms tight around Adrian’s limp form. His skin burned cold against her, alternating between feverish heat and deathly chill — as though two worlds warred beneath his flesh.Every few breaths, his body shuddered. Once, he murmured her name — not as a plea, but as if it were the only anchor left keeping him tethered to life.The sight of him — this man who had faced gods and darkness alike — reduced to trembling silence made her throat tighten. But she did not cry. Not yet.Ahead, the trees thinned, giving way to the valley of Thalenor — a place that shimmered faintly even in daylight, as if refusing to belong to the mortal world.The air itself hummed with quiet resonance. And there, at the valley’s heart, stood the marble arches of the Seers’ Sanctuary — veined with silver, half-buried in ivy and fog.As she dismounted, her legs nearly
Chapter Two hundred and Eighteen
The Fracture of LightThe world narrowed to a heartbeat — Adrian’s heartbeat — wild, uneven, echoing like thunder in her chest.Selene pressed her palms against his shoulders, light blooming beneath her skin as she tried to steady the energy surging through him. But the power didn’t just pulse within him anymore; it leaked from his veins, rippling into the air in waves of gold and shadow.“Adrian, listen to me!” she cried. “You have to fight it!”His body convulsed. The ground around them cracked open, faint arcs of energy clawing at the air like living things. Every time she tried to push the darkness back, it pushed harder — as though testing her strength, tasting her resistance.And then came the whisper.Not from him.From within her own mind.“He is not your enemy, child. You cannot save him by dividing what was meant to be whole.”Selene clenched her teeth. “Get out of my head!”The whisper laughed softly, almost tenderly.“You called upon the light once to save him. Do you no
Chapter One hundred and Seventeen
The Shadow Between UsThe dawn came pale and thin over the ruins of Orren, as if the sun itself hesitated to rise upon what it might find.Selene stood at the edge of the broken courtyard, her cloak drawn tight against the cold, though the chill that troubled her came not from the air, but from something deeper — something that had begun the moment Adrian woke from his nightmare.He had said three words. He’s coming through us.And ever since, the air has changed.The wind no longer carried the scent of dust and ruin, but a strange metallic tang — like lightning just before a storm. The ground trembled at times, subtly, rhythmically, as if echoing a heartbeat not their own.She turned to look at him.Adrian sat a few yards away, head bowed, the golden light of the fire painting his features in fragile amber. He looked human — but the shadows clung too closely to him now, moving with his breath, rippling faintly like smoke across his shoulders. His eyes, when they caught the light,
Chapter One hundred and Sixteen
Dreams of the DevourerThe first night after his return, Adrian did not sleep — he fell.He didn’t know when it began. One moment he was seated near the dying fire in the ruins of Orren, his sword across his knees, eyes fixed on the horizon that refused to lighten. The next, the world slipped away like sand through his fingers.Then — silence.He opened his eyes to find himself standing once again in the Blight. But this time, it wasn’t the formless void he remembered. It had structure. Towers of ash. Rivers of silver flame. The landscape breathed in rhythm with his pulse.It was his dream — but not entirely his own.“Still running from ghosts?”The voice rolled through the dark like slow thunder. Adrian turned. The Master stood a few paces away, though the space between them seemed infinite — a gulf carved not by distance, but by will.The figure was draped in black that swallowed all light. Only his eyes burned, twin embers within the endless dark.Adrian’s first instinct was to re
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