2023-10-31 23:02:41Erica's voice sounded weak. Andrew immediately comforted his beloved sister. "Don't worry, nothing bad will happen. I'm sorry if my constant reminders make you scared and anxious. I'm just a brother who worries about his sister. I'll be back in three days, and I'll bring someone to introduce to you."
Immediately, Erica screamed on the other end of the call. Andrew was surprised by how high-pitched her voice was."What are you crazy, Erica?! Why are you screaming like a mad person?" The quiet night was disrupted by the sound of Andrew's phone ringing. The slim man with a thin mustache woke up and found a call from Erica."Jeez, it's already ten o'clock." Andrew reached for his phone and answered the call from his beloved sister."Andrew, why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for you since seven.""I fell asleep. A lot happened today, and my eyes couldn't resist the drowsiness. What do you want to talk about? Oh, and I reminded you
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Season 2-Chp 49
They didn’t speak as they descended the tower. Not because there was nothing to say, but because the silence felt necessary — like anything they said now would shatter what little balance they still had. The air around them was thinner, not from altitude, but from weight. What Jerome had faced inside wasn’t just another version of himself. It was the beginning. And he knew… it wasn’t over.By the time they stepped back onto the cracked earth of the field, dawn had begun to break. The sky wasn't gold or blue. It was gray — hollow, unsure if it wanted to rise or fall. Jerome looked over his shoulder.The tower was gone.No stone. No ruins. Just open air, like nothing had ever been there.“It was never real,” Selene muttered, but there was no conviction in her voice.Jerome shook his head. “It was real. But only as long as I was willing to remember it.”“You saying you built that place?” Rhydan asked.“No,” Jerome answered quietly. “I carried it.”They walked for a long time before anyon
Season 2-Chp 48
Even after the First vanished — unraveled by the chain and Margareth’s defiant touch — the walls seemed to breathe, like the tower itself hadn’t decided whether to collapse or continue. The green light from the chain had faded from brilliance to ember, still alive, but no longer wild. It pulsed gently now, like a heartbeat remembering how to slow down.Jerome lay on the floor, breath shallow, eyes wide but unfocused. His skin was pale with sweat, and his body trembled as though every muscle had been emptied and refilled with cold fire.Margareth didn’t leave his side. She held his head in her lap, brushing damp curls away from his forehead, whispering to him in a language they hadn’t used in years — not magic, not prophecy.Just comfort.Selene crouched nearby, her blade still unsheathed but slack in her hand. Rhydan stood with arms crossed, jaw clenched, eyes not on Jerome, but on the spot where the First had stood.Veyra leaned against the stone wall, blood on her lips and smoke in
Season 2-Chp 47
The stairwell curved upward, narrow and quiet, each step carved not by hands but by memory. There was no torchlight, and yet everything was visible. The walls glowed faintly — not with light, but with recognition. Each step seemed to know who Jerome was. Or rather, who he had been.Jerome led the way.No one questioned it.Not because they trusted him — not anymore, not fully. But because no one else could walk where he had walked before. Even Veyra, silent now, kept behind Margareth. Her body was exhausted, her limbs trembling with each step, as if the Crown’s voice had left her brittle, barely stitched together.Halfway up, Selene stopped.“Do you feel that?” she asked softly.Jerome paused.He did.The staircase wasn’t just carved through stone.It was carved through him.With each step, he felt pieces of himself peel back. Regret. Pride. Memory. Not removed, but exposed — as if the tower required honesty before granting access to the top.Rhydan muttered, “If I see one more vision
Season 2-Chp 46
The breeze had stopped entirely, not because the weather had shifted, but because the land itself was holding its breath. Even the birds had vanished — as if nature instinctively recoiled from what had just been said.“He’s waking now.”Veyra’s voice echoed, not aloud but deep in each of their minds, resonating like thunder inside a sealed chamber. And it wasn’t just prophecy. It wasn’t threat. It was memory crawling out of a locked cage.Jerome’s face had gone pale. His breath fogged the air even though the air wasn’t cold. The rest of the group stood in a loose circle around him — Margareth to his left, Selene gripping her blade to his right, and Rhydan a step behind him, arms crossed, flame hovering in each palm like a heartbeat ready to ignite.“What does that mean?” Selene asked, her voice low, sharp with unease. “Who’s waking?”Jerome didn’t answer.Couldn’t.He could still feel it — the ghost of the version she’d spoken of. The one he’d buried not in the world, but inside her.
Season 2-Chp 45
Not calm — still. As if time had paused between one breath and the next. Jerome stood in the aftermath of Veyra’s touch, her hand still warm against his forehead though her body had stepped back. He had not moved, not spoken. His eyes were open, but they weren’t focused on anything in the present.Because Veyra hadn’t just touched him.She had opened something.And Jerome was falling inward.The world around him blurred. He didn’t stumble. He dropped — through thought, through time, through memory not entirely his. Light fractured, bled sideways. His name cracked and reassembled a dozen different ways in languages he didn’t speak. And then everything went dark.Until he landed.Not on ground, but on a floor made of gold.Not metal.Gold as in something revered. A place where every inch of space breathed intention. He stood in the center of a great hall — massive, spiraled, not built by mortal hands. Fire burned on water. Air shimmered without wind. And from the edges of the chamber, v
Season 2-Chp 44
The voice inside the woman’s body wasn’t hers.It moved through her like wind through a cave — deep, endless, echoing off chambers no one had touched in centuries. Her lips moved, but the sound didn’t belong to a living thing. It was old. It was exact.Jerome felt every hair along his arms rise.“I was the first to crown you,” the voice said again, “and I will be the last to test you.”The gold in her eyes wasn’t magic. It was memory.And Jerome knew — even before the name formed on his tongue — who was speaking.“Veyra,” he whispered.The moment he said the name, a gust of hot wind spiraled from the earth, circling their group in a slow, tightening ring. The light dimmed again, even though no clouds passed the sun. It was like something in the atmosphere flinched.Rhydan growled, stepping forward. “She’s dead.”“No,” Jerome said. “She was sealed. By me. A long time ago.”Selene moved in beside Rhydan. “You sealed a bearer inside another bearer?”“No,” Jerome said softly. “I sealed th
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