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Chapter 94 - Beneath the Spiral
Kael did not land.He fell.Through dark that moved. Through cold that was not just absence but hunger. Wind howled, but not from air. From memory. From grief. Screams of lost voices wrapped around him, whispering his name, each one laced with a different emotion—rage, sorrow, worship, fear.And still he fell.The Spiral burned at his chest like a brand. Its glow pulsed through the dark, the only light in an endless descent. There was no ground. No sky. Only him, and the pull.Then—Stillness.He stood, somehow.The world around him was a void, but not empty. Not dead.Alive.Shifting mist curled in arcs, forming spirals in the dark. The space breathed. Every breath carried a thousand thoughts not his own. Whispers crawled across the edge of his mind.He turned.And saw it.A city without foundation, floating in the abyss. Built on nothing. Structures that shimmered between solid and spirit. Towers shaped like spears, palaces made of bone and crystal. Every surface glowed faintly, as
Chapter 93 - The Black Tide
Kael’s boots hit the ground hard as he landed at the base of the ridge. Smoke clawed at the edges of the valley, thick and acrid, curling from the charred remnants of the Watchtower. The eastern sky bled red as if the sun itself had been wounded. There was no wind. No birds. Just the low hum of the Wyrm’s breath poisoning the air.Lira limped beside him, blood trickling from a shallow cut on her temple. Her eyes never stopped scanning the ruins. The scent of scorched leather and metal clung to her, and Kael knew the detonation hadn’t just been to silence the Watchtower. It had been a message. The kind you sent to make people forget what hope was.They crossed into the smoking wreckage together. Splintered stone, shattered armor, and bodies sprawled in unnatural positions marked the destruction. Kael’s gaze caught on a fallen banner. The silver star of the Archive was blackened, trampled, and half-buried in ash.“They didn’t leave survivors,” Lira whispered.Kael said nothing. His jaw
Chapter 92 — The Glass Below
The glass sea was not a sea at all.Kael stood at the edge of a cliff, boots gritted into fractured shale, wind tearing at his cloak. Before him stretched a valley that shimmered like starlight had spilled across stone. No waves. No water. Only flat, glinting crystal, endless and broken by nothing except jagged spires jutting from below like spears angled to the sky.A dead ocean made of frozen light.Behind him, Nyra stepped up beside him, hair lashing her face. “This was real once,” she said quietly. “A kingdom drowned in glass. I thought it was just myth.”Kael’s voice was hollow. “And now we walk across it.”“No. We fall into it.”He turned. “What?”But she had already stepped forward and driven the butt of her spear into the surface.The ground cracked.A deep, groaning sound rumbled beneath their feet like the world waking from sleep. Then the glass split—no ripple, no warning—just a sudden explosion downward.Kael fell.Through glittering air. Through refracted fragments of him
Chapter 91 — The Silence Below
The silence in the stone corridor was unbearable.Kael’s footsteps echoed as he moved deeper into the mountain temple, torchlight dancing along walls etched with forgotten prayers. Behind him, the others lagged—Lira wounded and barely keeping pace, Nyra holding her arm. Their breaths were ragged, their nerves frayed. The spiral mark on Kael’s back burned like fire beneath his cloak, a familiar warning that whatever they approached was older than time and twice as cruel.A heavy door loomed ahead, iron-bound and sealed with ancient wards that pulsed faintly in the dark.Kael stopped.He raised the torch. The symbol carved into the stone was one he had seen once before—deep in the Archive’s forbidden wing, in the section no mortal scribe dared enter.“Are you sure this is it?” Lira whispered. Her voice cracked. Blood stained her side from the blade that grazed her during the escape from the Sunborn’s ambush.“I saw it in the vision,” Kael said. “This is the chamber.”Nyra stepped up bes
Chapter 90 – The Weight of Names
Kael stood over the fractured altar, the silver of his blade still glowing faintly with the remnants of the last rite. Blood had pooled around his boots, not all of it his. The chamber trembled as if the very mountain had begun to breathe, and he could hear the echo of his name whispered back by the stones. But they were not his stones. This was not his sanctuary.He looked up. Lira knelt in front of the shattered idol, her shoulders shaking with grief or fury or both. She held what remained of the sigil scroll in her hands, but it was burned through the center, its glyphs crawling in pain before they dimmed. She did not look at him.“You destroyed it,” she whispered.“I had to,” Kael said. His voice was hoarse. “That rite was not salvation. It was a snare.”“You think you can choose for all of us?” Her voice cracked, and when she turned to him, her eyes were wet but blazing. “Do you even know what you just gave up?”He said nothing. His hand clenched around the hilt of the sword, and
Chapter 89: The Tower That Should Not Be
The tower loomed in the distance, jagged and wrong, like it had not been built but clawed its way out of the earth. It stretched toward the sky where the red sun now hung, casting no warmth, only shadow. Its shape shifted when Kael tried to focus on it, as if the structure refused to exist within the rules of his world.None of them spoke for a long moment. Even the wind had gone still.Kael’s breath steamed in the air though the day had not grown cold. His hand dropped to the hilt of his sword, not in readiness but for something to hold on to.Lira broke the silence. “You saw him too.”He nodded.Nyra’s eyes remained on the tower. “That was not just a reflection. That was real.”“Another version of me,” Kael said. “The same face. But… older. Worn down.”Nyra shook her head. “Not older. Farther.”Kael frowned. “What do you mean?”She turned to face him, her voice low. “That is the version of you who walked the spiral and did not turn back. That’s who you become if you follow this path
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