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Chapter 117: When the Council Blinks
The city did not sleep after the broadcast.It braced.John felt it the moment they moved off the rooftop corridor and descended into the lower transit levels. The air itself carried tension, thick and electric, as though every structure, every system, every living thing was waiting for something to break.Council drones screamed overhead in tight formations, scanning relentlessly. Streets once ruled by surveillance silence buzzed with human voices. Windows flickered with conflicting feeds, truth and denial fighting for dominance in real time.Rita stayed close to John, her senses tuned outward. “They are panicking,” she said quietly. “You can hear it in the way they are overcorrecting.”Morgan glanced around a corner, then pulled back. “Multiple patrols overlapping their own routes. Rookie mistake.”Kael nodded. “Fear fractures discipline.”Elias leaned heavily against a wall, his breath measured. “Do not mistake panic for weakness. When empires feel threatened, they burn cities to f
Chapter 116: The World Trembles Before the Heir
The sanctum did not close behind them.It waited.John led the way through the long ascending passage, the Crestborn Blade resting against his back like a quiet promise. The glow from the symbols etched into the walls followed his movement, responding to his presence as though the structure itself recognized his authority.Rita walked beside him, close enough that he could feel her steadiness even when neither of them spoke. Morgan brought up the rear, watchful and unusually silent. Elias leaned on Celine’s shoulder, wounded but unbowed. Kael moved ahead and behind at once, alert to every shift in the air.Something had changed.Not just in John.In the world.The moment they reached the final threshold, the ground beneath their feet vibrated with a low tremor that rolled through the passage like distant thunder.Celine stopped. “Do you feel that?”Kael nodded slowly. “The Crest’s activation sent a signal. Not a broadcast. A resonance.”Elias frowned. “To whom?”Kael looked at John. “
Chapter 115: The Future That Demands a Price
*****John fell through light that felt heavier than gravity.It was not a free fall. It was controlled, deliberate, as if the sanctum itself guided his descent. The glow around him thickened, shaping into walls, ground, and sky all at once. When his feet finally touched solid surface again, the impact was gentle, almost respectful.He stood.The world around him was unfamiliar.A vast city stretched out in every direction, its towers rising high into a sky streaked with burning gold and bruised violet clouds. Massive banners hung from the spires, each bearing the Crest symbol, refined and sharpened into something colder than tradition.The streets below were orderly. Too orderly.People moved in perfect lines, their expressions neutral, eyes lowered. Surveillance constructs hovered above them, scanning, recording, controlling.John’s chest tightened.“This is not victory,” he muttered. “This is another Council.”Lucien’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. “This is one possible
Chapter 114: The Heart That Can Break a Kingdom
John stood frozen as the image before him finished taking shape.It was Rita.Not a shadow. Not a distortion. Not a flickering memory.Her form was solid, precise, painfully real. Every detail was exact; The faint scar near her collarbone, the controlled way she carried herself, he calm strength in her eyes that always steadied him when the world tilted too far.Except those eyes now glowed faintly with Crest symbols, rotating slowly like a quiet judgment.John’s grip tightened around the Crestborn Blade.Lucien’s voice echoed through the chamber, calm and merciless. “Do not mistake this for illusion. The sanctum does not fabricate lies. It manifests truths drawn from the deepest parts of you.”John swallowed hard. “Then she is not real.”Lucien stepped into view, his presence steady and authoritative. “She is not Rita. She is what you fear becoming inevitable.”The Rita figure took a step forward.The sound of her boots echoed across the chamber with unsettling clarity.“You look sur
Chapter 113: The Trial of the True Heir
*****John landed hard.There was no floor beneath him one moment, then stone slammed into him the next. He pushed himself up quickly, breathing fast, expecting to see the sanctum walls or the team rushing toward him.But he was alone.A vast, endless chamber surrounded him, stretching out like a horizon trapped indoors. The air shimmered with pale white mist that curled around his ankles. The ground glowed faintly, tracing geometric patterns that shifted each time he blinked.There were no walls. No lights. No exit.Just an expanse of impossible emptiness.John tightened his grip on the Crestborn Blade. “Where am I?”A voice answered, echoing across the void.“In the place where heirs are shaped.”John spun around.A figure stood behind him.Tall. Silent. Familiar.Lucien Raymond.John felt his chest seize.Lucien looked exactly as he did in the projection from the archive. Same sharp gaze. Same quiet danger. The same presence that commanded a room without speaking.But this Lucien
Chapter 112: When the Light Settles and the Truth Remains
The white light dissipated slowly, thinning like mist as the chamber exhaled the aftermath of what John had done.For a long moment, no one moved.Dust drifted through the sanctum like falling snow. The air felt still, heavy, hollow. Every heartbeat echoed like thunder in the silence.John stood at the centre of it all, the Crestborn Blade lowered at his side. Its glow had softened to a slow pulse, no longer frantic, no longer wild. It settled into something calmer and deeper, as if the weapon understood the weight of the act just performed.Harold’s body lay motionless at John’s feet.The metal frame that had once moved with terrifying force was now cracked, silent, and empty. The blue core flickered once, then faded completely.Rita moved first.She approached slowly, breath trembling as she knelt beside the remains. She reached out but stopped herself before her fingers touched the metal surface. Her voice came out barely above a whisper.“John… are you alright?”He did not answer.
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