Chapter 208
Author: Perfect Pen
last update2025-05-24 23:32:53

The stars above had always spoken to Kael. Not in words. Not in riddles. Just… a hum. A distant pull. A quiet rhythm that echoed through the marrow of his bones. Now, even that was gone.

In this place—this space between stories—silence reigned.

Kael sat at the center of it, shoulders hunched, hands clasped tight between his knees. He hadn’t moved in hours. Or maybe days. Time had no rules here. Only the weight of what came before.

Orra stood nearby. She didn’t pace. She didn’t speak. She simply waited, glowing faintly, her form flickering like starlight trying to hold shape.

When she finally moved, it wasn’t to offer comfort.

It was to end the waiting.

“It’s time,” she said.

Kael didn’t look up.

“I know.”

Orra reached into the air—into the fabric of all that could be—and pulled forth something that wasn’t an object, but a pressure. A presence. A single ripple that pulsed through the void and formed into two paths. No words. No descriptions. Just understanding.

“Two choices,” she said
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