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Chapter Two hundred and Twenty-six
Author: Sugar boy
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The Voice Beneath the Storm

The first thing Adrian felt was weight — not of stone, but of silence.

He opened his eyes to a sky that no longer recognized itself.

The clouds above Veyne churned like smoke through fractured glass, split by veins of crimson light that moved as if alive.

The air smelled of rain and metal, of something holy dying slowly.

He tried to move, and the world answered with thunder.

The ground beneath him cracked in a ring, light seeping through the fissures — not fire, not magma, but something older, something that hummed in harmony with his pulse.

He pushed himself to his knees, breath catching as he realized he was in the ruins of the cathedral — or what was left of it.

The spires were gone, replaced by shards of stone suspended midair, circling him like slow, patient predators.

His hands shook. They were no longer entirely his.

Faint lines of light, dark silver like moonlit blood, traced from his fingertips to his forearms, pulsing with every heartbeat.

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