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Chapter 108 — Where Gods Dare Not Walk
Author: Emay
last update2025-08-02 23:35:51

The silence that followed the shattered barrier was not stillness. It was a silence filled with trembling power, a heavy breath drawn before a scream. Kael stood at the heart of the broken threshold, arms slack at his sides, flame flickering along his fingers. The ground smoked beneath his boots. Dust hung like a veil in the air, and beyond it, something ancient stirred.

The ruins beneath the mountain had never been meant for mortal eyes. That was what Lira said. That was what the Archive had warned him about. Yet Kael walked forward anyway, past the molten edges of stone and the whisper of broken runes. His heart beat hard in his chest, but not from fear.

This was it. The place where his mark had first begun to ache. The place he had seen in half-formed dreams and visions too jagged to hold.

The chamber was enormous. Not carved, but grown — veins of silver light ran through the stone like roots, pulsing with a deep rhythm that echoed through the soles of his feet. Something slithered
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