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Season 3-Chp 90
There was no light at first.Only rhythm — a slow, uncertain beat inside the dark.It pulsed once, twice, then paused, as if waiting for permission to exist.And from that pulse, air began to move.The darkness exhaled.Somewhere in that endless quiet, something formed. Not a body, not yet — just thought taking shape, like dust gathering around gravity. It remembered warmth, and laughter muffled by thunder, and a name whispered through metal.Helena.The memory sparked.Light spilled outward.When the world returned, it was smaller. Quieter.She awoke on a plain of pale dust, beneath a sky the color of molten glass. There were no stars, no sun, only a single, trembling horizon — faintly golden, as though dawn were trying to happen but hadn’t learned how.Helena rose slowly. Her body felt new, but heavy, as if sculpted from the echoes of someone else. The mask was gone. Her skin was faintly luminous, veins glowing silver where blood should have been.The wind carried no scent. The air
Season 3-Chp 89
The wind screamed like a living thing.Helena stood at the edge of the Citadel’s highest tower, the mask sealed to her face. Below her, the world looked impossibly still — rivers of glass reflecting a false dawn, streets frozen in golden light. But above, the sigils spread wider, crawling across the sky like veins of light under translucent skin.Each one pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.The hum was back.Low. Endless. Familiar.She felt it in her bones — the same vibration that once filled the Veil, that strange in-between place where grief became architecture and memory turned to stone. The sound had always been Elias’s warning: when the world began to hum, it meant something was waking up.Now, it was deafening.Helena tried to take the mask off, but it wouldn’t budge. The metal had fused with her skin. Through it, the world glowed differently — lines of power running through everything, every building, every living creature, like veins of light threading through flesh.And ben
Season 3-Chp 88
It wasn’t the sacred kind, nor the stillness of peace — it was the silence that followed an ending. The kind that clung to your skin like ash.When she opened her eyes, the world looked restored. The sky was clear, the rivers shimmered, and the Citadel — rebuilt from white stone — rose against the horizon as if it had never burned.But Helena knew better.This wasn’t restoration. It was rewriting.She lay on the grass for a long time, feeling the earth’s hum beneath her fingers. It beat with a rhythm that wasn’t its own — faint, mechanical, almost human.When she finally stood, she saw her reflection in a nearby stream.Her face looked the same. But her eyes — once gray — now flickered faintly with silver.It didn’t let me go, she thought.Days passed. Then weeks.The people she met called this place The Second Dawn. They spoke of the fall of the old gods, the cleansing of the Veil, and a nameless savior who sealed the Architect for good. They didn’t recognize her; they thought Helena
Season 3-Chp 87
The world blurred around her.When Helena opened her eyes, the cathedral was gone. She stood in a vast plain made of black glass, the sky a churning storm of silver veins. Every step she took rippled through the surface, spreading echoes that came back as voices — her own, Elias’s, and others she didn’t recognize.The mask clung to her face like a living thing, breathing in sync with her. Each breath drew in fragments of memory not her own. She saw flashes — hands forging the first Crown, the Architect standing before a burning citadel, and the moment the Veil was stitched from human grief.She screamed and tore the mask away. It fell to the ground with a hollow thud, still pulsating.“Stop showing me this,” she hissed.But the echoes didn’t stop. The world itself seemed to whisper.You asked for truth.Her body trembled.Somewhere ahead, a faint light glowed — a column of white fire that pierced the storm. She felt it calling her name.Helena forced herself to walk, then to run.As s
Season 3-Chp 86
The air trembled, humming with something that wasn’t quite song and wasn’t quite scream.Helena stepped carefully into the cathedral’s remains. The floor was littered with glass-like dust, each shard reflecting her in a different time — a child, a warrior, a ghost.The Choir hung above her, suspended in black chains that pierced through their translucent forms. Dozens of them — faceless, hollow-eyed, mouths frozen open mid-hymn.When they sang, the sound scraped across her bones.“Don’t look at them too long,” said a voice behind her.She turned.It was the Seer — older than before, skin like parchment, eyes glowing faintly blue.His body flickered, as if the Veil still owned part of him.“You survived,” Helena said, half in disbelief.The Seer’s smile was slow and cracked. “Survival is a matter of definition, dear one.” He gestured at the Choir above. “They were all like us once. Architects of something greater. Until the Crown decided silence was cleaner.”Helena’s breath hitched.T
Season 3-Chp 85
The sky above the Citadel looked cracked, as if the shell of the world itself were breaking from within. Sunset bled like molten light between the seams of the clouds, painting red shadows across the towers of stone. Helena stood on the highest balcony, the wind slapping her face—gentle, but alien. Cold, like the breath of someone long dead.It had been weeks since the last tremor from the Veil.And yet she knew it wasn’t over.It wasn’t just the dreams—those that always carried Elias’s face, split like shattered glass—but also the emptiness sitting heavy in her chest.She had destroyed every relic, burned the old manuscripts, and sealed the underground chamber with new wards. But still, each night, the voice came back."You think you can bury me beneath stone and time?"It wasn’t just in her head anymore.Last night, guards in the eastern hall had heard the same whisper.One of them had even fainted, blood trickling from his nose.Helena held the pendant that once belonged to Elias—t
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