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Chapter 38 ~ Plan in the Steam
The palace was quiet, wrapped in a hushed stillness that always followed sunset. Torches lined the gilded halls, flickering against tapestries of ancient battles, their flames dancing like restless spirits. The air smelled of sandalwood and rosewater, a mix so rich it clung to every breath. Servants padded across the polished marble floors on soft leather slippers, their heads bowed low, their voices barely whispers.At the heart of this vast fortress lay the king’s private bathing chamber—a cavernous, domed room carved from ivory stone and inlaid with veins of emerald. The pool at its center stretched wide enough to resemble a small lake, its edges adorned with golden braziers that cast rippling light over the steaming surface. The king himself reclined in this luxurious pool, his long black hair floating like ink on water. His broad, scarred shoulders glistened under the soft glow of firelight, his eyes closed in serene relaxation.Two attendants fanned the warm steam toward him wit
Chapter 37 ~ Release the Priest
The golden torches of the King’s Hall burned high, their flickering light painting shadows along the towering marble columns. The chamber smelled faintly of frankincense and steel—a deliberate choice by King Tharion, for both holiness and fear. Tonight, the scent carried heavier weight than ever.Word of Cazien’s arrest had spread through the streets of Dellwyn like wildfire. Whispers filled the city of Ozile, echoing in alleys, and even the palace guards exchanged uneasy glances. It had been centuries since a High Priest of the Kingdom of Thorns had been placed in chains, and the shock rippled through every corner of the realm.Now, in the throne room, the Council of Thorn—twelve men and women adorned in crimson and obsidian robes gathered in a wide semicircle before the elevated throne. Their murmurs bounced off the vaulted ceilings, their voices low and sharp, like swords drawn but not yet swung.Tharion sat at the center of it all, on a throne carved of blackstone and lined with g
Chapter 36 ~ The Hunter's Pursuit
The tavern stank of blood and fear. Broken tables and shattered mugs littered the floor, and groans from the unconscious fighters echoed through the dim room. The scarred leader, bruised and trembling, leaned against the wall, spitting blood into the dirt as he clutched his ribs. His men—what was left of them shifted uneasily, too battered to move and too ashamed to speak.The tavern’s heavy oak door creaked open, letting in a cold gust from the night outside. A group of armored men stepped in, boots thudding against the floorboards. Their armor bore the sigil of King Tharion—a black serpent coiled around a silver crown and the dim lanternlight gleamed off their polished pauldrons.Leading them was Maelrik. His presence was like a blade in the dark. sharp, cold, and unforgiving. His black hair was tied back, his pale face expressionless, but his golden eyes carried a fire that froze the air around him. He glanced around the wrecked tavern, his gaze sweeping over the bodies and overtur
Chapter 35 ~ Who Are You?
A chilling draft swept through the room, extinguishing one of the flickering lanterns hanging above the counter. Lucas instinctively straightened where he stood, his eyes narrowing as his hand inched toward his sword. Beside him, Agnes caught on to the shift in energy, her fingers brushing against the hilt of her daggerBulb, still leaning against the wall as he studied the man the barman had directed them to, tilted his head slightly. “Did you feel that?” he muttered under his breath.Before Lucas could respond, the heavy wooden doors of the bar slammed open with a resounding BANG! The chatter and clinking glasses came to a dead stop. Everyone turned toward the entrance.A group of men entered, they were reckless fighters by the way they moved. They were armored in mismatched pieces of fabric and boots, each carrying weapons that had clearly seen more than one battle. Their boots thudded against the floorboards as they fanned out, a calculated movement that showed they weren’t here f
Chapter 34 ~ People of Sekandre
The road to Sekandre was long, winding, and eerily quiet. The sun was slipping lower behind the hills, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest path, but none of them spoke. Lucas stayed at the front, his shoulders tense, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword. Behind him, Agnes kept her eyes trained on the path, her usual sharp remarks absent. Bulb, however, trudged along in the rear, glancing from Lucas to Agnes, sensing the tension thick in the air.It wasn’t like them to be this quiet. Normally, Agnes would be pointing out flaws in Bulb’s navigation, and Bulb would fire back with his own sarcastic wit, but now even he felt the weight of silence pressing down on them.Bulb exhaled loudly, shoving the worn map into his satchel with an exaggerated sigh.“Alright, Sekandre Hahaha” he said finally breaking the stillness, giving both Agnes and Lucas side eye waiting for a reply from one of them. Lucas kept mute, his jaw tight. He knew Bulb was fishing for a reactio
Chapter 33 ~ Powerfully hexed
The forest at night was alive with whispers. Leaves rustled softly in the cool breeze, and the distant call of a night bird echoed through the towering pines. A silver crescent moon cut through drifting clouds, scattering pale light across the river that snaked lazily past a small clearing. The air smelled faintly of damp moss and smoke from the dying embers of a campfire, the only sign of life in the vast wilderness.Lucas stood at the river’s edge, barefoot, shirtless, and still as a statue. The moonlight outlined his lean, battle-hardened frame, glinting off faint scars that mapped his torso like a history of survival. His eyes were closed, his breathing measured, his fingers curled loosely at his sides. Around him, the forest felt charged—alive with something invisible yet unmistakable.Every rustle of leaves, every shift of the wind carried information to him. His senses, sharpened by both training and magic, scanned for danger. Somewhere out there, Maelrik and his men were still
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