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Chapter 24: The Bones Of The Sky
Author: Oluwabiyi Raymond
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CHAPTER 24 — THE BONES OF THE SKY

The storm did not end.

Even after the mountain ceased trembling and the Harbinger’s fractured scream faded into the void, the heavens above the world remained torn open like a wound that refused to close. Winds howled across the shattered cliffs of the Celestial Spine, carrying with them the bitter scent of lightning and the faint echo of the horror that had crawled out of the Rift.

Auren Kael stood at the edge of the ruined summit, the Sleeve of Dawn glowing faintly across his arm. The runes had yet to settle since the Harbinger’s partial awakening; they flickered like a heartbeat trying to steady itself after a long scream.

Below them, the world stretched in a jagged expanse of broken forests, charred lands, and floating fragments of earth still drifting upward from the recent disturbance. Auren felt the weight of a hundred unseen eyes, as if creation itself was watching, waiting to see what he would do next.

“You shouldn’t be standing.” Lyra’s voic
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