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Chapter 106: The Shattered Dawn
The morning after the awakening was unlike any other. The light that once poured gently over the valley had changed—it was harsher now, fractured into beams that struck the ground unevenly, casting strange, shifting shadows. The humans no longer sang beneath the Tree. They whispered. They watched the roots as though expecting them to move again.Eran stood at the edge of the valley, silent, his gaze fixed on the cracks running along the trunk of the Tree of Beginning. From a distance, it still looked magnificent—eternal and holy—but he could see the truth no mortal eye could: the rot spreading beneath its surface. Gold light bled from the fissures, dripping into the soil like molten tears.Kael appeared behind him, his expression grim. “They’re changing, Eran. Every one of them.”“I know,” Eran replied, his voice low.Kael stepped closer, tossing a small stone into the soil below. It sizzled where it landed, the ground faintly glowing in response. “Their bodies hum with your power. Bu
Chapter 105: The Voice Beneath the Roots
The air was still heavy with gold when the first wind blew across the newborn world. It was a soft wind, curious and gentle, sweeping through the tall grass that shimmered beneath the dawn. The humans—those made in the shape of gods—lifted their faces toward the Tree of Beginning and fell to their knees in silent awe.The great tree stood taller than mountains now. Its roots burrowed deep into the heart of the earth, its trunk spiraling into the heavens. The leaves, touched by the glow of Eran’s creation, sang with a faint hum—like thousands of voices whispering prayers in unison.Eran watched from afar, standing on a cliff overlooking the valley where the humans had gathered. His silver eyes reflected the light of his work, but the satisfaction he should have felt was nowhere in him. There was only an ache—a deep, restless echo in his chest.Behind him, Kael approached, the air bending faintly around his presence. “You did it,” he said quietly. “You gave them what none of us could.”
Chapter 104: The First Sin
The valley was bathed in a tender gold, the kind that made the air hum softly and the rivers shimmer like strands of silk. Morning came not as an event but as a breath, a gentle awakening that filled every corner of Kael’s creation.From the ridge above, Kael stood in silence, eyes tracing the shape of the new world. It was perfect—too perfect, perhaps. The sky held no scars, the soil no decay. Everything moved with harmony, every life tied to the rhythm of his will. Yet beneath the serenity, something restless stirred.Beside him, Liora stood barefoot, her hair glinting like sunlight through leaves. She smiled faintly as the first humans—the First Children—gathered around the fires below. They laughed, stumbled, learned, and built. They were clumsy, but there was beauty in their imperfection.“They grow quickly,” Liora murmured, her voice carrying a warmth that soothed the air itself.Kael nodded slowly. “Faster than I expected. They learn language as if they’ve always known it. They
Chapter 103: The Seeds of Imperfection
The years passed like whispers through the wind, soft and uncounted. The new world grew in grace and splendor. Forests thickened with emerald life, rivers carried light through the valleys, and mountains stood like watchful guardians beneath the golden sky. Life was no longer a fragile miracle; it had become the rhythm of the earth.Kael stood upon a high ridge overlooking the valley of creation, his gaze lingering on the movement below. The once-empty plains now teemed with beings—tall, slender, radiant with vitality. They laughed, built, sang, and dreamed. Humanity had begun.Liora had guided them with patience and gentleness. Under Kael’s watchful eyes, she had learned to shape from the Source itself—breathing life into the soil and nurturing the spark that made each being more than mere clay. Her touch was warm, her smile endless, and the world bloomed around her.But Kael watched not only with pride, but with unease.He had seen this before—the wonder that came before the ruin. T
Chapter 102: The First Dawn of Man
Silence had become Kael’s only companion. It stretched across centuries like a soft, eternal shroud, broken only by the whisper of wind through endless valleys of light. The world had healed itself—slowly, deliberately, as if afraid of breathing too loudly after all that had been lost.The skies were clearer now, painted in hues of soft gold and lavender. Rivers shimmered with liquid light, winding through forests that glowed faintly under twin suns. The air no longer carried the scent of ash, but of rain and new earth. Everything pulsed with life, delicate and young.Kael stood at the heart of it all—the Guardian of the Source, the last of the divine blood. His body no longer bore wounds, though he still felt them in memory. His power hummed beneath his skin, bound now to the heartbeat of the world itself. He was both man and myth, god and ghost.He rarely spoke. There was no one left to answer. But every morning, when the first light touched the Valley of Light, he whispered the sam
Chapter 101- The Living Source
Silence. That was all Kael could hear at first—the kind that was too heavy to be peace, too deep to be real. It filled the air like fog, soft and endless, stretching beyond the edges of time itself. When he opened his eyes, the world was… new.Light shimmered across an endless horizon. The ruins of the Source Tower were gone, replaced by crystalline plains of silver grass that whispered as though breathing. Rivers of light flowed through the cracks of the earth, not water but pure essence, humming with the rhythm of creation. The sky was no longer fractured—it pulsed with soft shades of dawn, like the world was perpetually waking.Kael slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his body aching as though reborn. His hands trembled. Where veins once carried blood, faint traces of silver light now moved under his skin. He exhaled shakily, his breath merging with the shimmering air.“Seren…” he whispered.Her name was a prayer, a wound, a promise.No voice answered. Yet the wind carried wa
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