Library
Search
Home / Fantasy / The Heir of Veiled Realms / Chapter 10: Siege of the Spire
Chapter 10: Siege of the Spire
Author: Grep-pens
last update2025-06-12 22:42:05

The wind howled as black banners tore through the sky. On the horizon, torches flickered like stars descending from the heavens, not to bring light, but to consume it.

Kael stood atop the Ashen Spire’s wall, eyes fixed on the dark sea of enemies approaching. Behind him, Selune and the Flamebound readied their defenses.

Tonight, the forgotten stronghold would become a battleground of legacy. And only fire could decide what would be left when dawn came.

The first arrow landed just before midnight. It struck the stone near Kael’s foot, a warning shot. Tipped with blood-ink, its shaft bore a single rune: Ruin.

Seconds later, the sky lit with fireballs. The Ravenblades had begun their assault. Explosions rocked the lower walls. The eastern tower cracked from the force of impact. Kael shouted to the defenders, “Hold the gate! No matter what comes through, we stand together!”

Eris raised her staff, and golden flames surged through the ramparts. Selune moved among the wounded, her binding mag
Continue to read this book for free
Scan the code to download the app
Previous ChapterNext Chapter

Latest Chapter

  • Chapter 47: The Story That Forgot Its Hero

    Ashen stood before the Gate to the Forgotten Realm once more. But this time, she felt different. Not because of fear. Not because of duty. Because for the first time, she didn’t know who she would be on the other side.Kael touched her arm. “Are you sure?”“No,” she whispered. “But the flame showed me what I never questioned.”Kael frowned. “That your name is Ashen?”She looked up at him, and smiled, painfully. “No. That Ashen was the name someone gave me.”“And maybe… never remembered me at all.”The Gate groaned. And opened, not into blank space, but into a stage. Rows of empty chairs circled the great amphitheater. No sky above. Only ink clouds. The stage was lit by flame, but not Ashen’s.These were lights powered by expectation. At the center, a figure sat at a desk. They weren’t a god. Weren’t a monster. Just… a person. Tired. Half-faded. Eyes distant. They looked up as Ashen approached. “You made it further than I expected,” the person said.Ashen stepped into the light. “You’r

  • Chapter 46: The Flame That Liberates

    Ashen stepped back through the Gate of the Forgotten Realm. But she wasn’t the same. She no longer bore the old golden-white fire that preserved names and chained stories to the past. The new flame curled gently in her palm, transparent, fluid, and alive.It didn’t record. It didn’t judge. It released. Kael followed, blade sheathed, awe in his eyes. “You’ve changed.”Ashen nodded. “We both have. And so has the Archive.” Around them, the structure groaned. Not from damage, but from resonance. Like a great cathedral hearing a note that matched its bones. The Archive was remembering something older than memory.In the central dome, Ashen held the new flame above the Archive’s core. Eris gasped. Thorne stepped back. Gideon reached for runes that cracked beneath his fingers. “What are you doing?” Eris whispered.Ashen didn’t answer with words. She placed the flame into the Archive’s heart. And everything shook. Shrines across the world flared. Not in fire. But in release. Chains of narrati

  • Chapter 45: The Forgotten Realm

    In the deepest part of the Archive, beyond the shrines, past the Vaults, beyond even the Library of the Unwritten, there was a corridor no one remembered building.Not even Ashen. It had no doors. No symbols. No flames. Only pages. Billions of them, fluttering gently in an unseen wind, lining the corridor like scales of a dragon made of unspoken stories.And at the end of this corridor a new Gate waited. One that did not open with flame. One that did not respond to the quill. But to the eyes of a reader. She sat cross-legged before the gate. A child.Black ink spilled from her gaze, dripping like tears that refused to dry. Her skin shimmered with flecks of script. Her hair moved like story-threads. She didn’t look up when Ashen approached.“You’re not supposed to be here yet,” the girl said.Ashen frowned. “Then why write me an invitation?”The girl grinned. “Because even the story wanted you to know.”Kael stepped beside Ashen, uneasy. “What is this place?”The girl finally met his e

  • Chapter 44: The Story War

    The page floated between them. Blank. Pure. Terrifying. Ashen stood at the edge of possibility, quill in hand.Across from her, the Smiling God beamed like a child who had just been given an infinite toy box.“You first,” it said.Ashen didn’t blink. “No.”She dipped the quill into her own flame, the one forged from choice and memory, and drew the first line: The world holds its breath. The blank space shivered. The Smiling God clapped with delight. “Wonderful! My turn!” It wrote a single phrase: Ashen’s flame flickers… then fails.Suddenly, her knees buckled. The flame dimmed. Cold swept her spine. But she gritted her teeth—and wrote again. But the wind shifts. And a voice calls her name. Kael’s voice echoed from somewhere beneath the parchment sky.This wasn’t a battle of blades. This was a story war. Each sentence shaped the next moment. Ashen ducked behind a phrase the Smiling God flung at her, a line that read: She forgets who she is.Ashen countered: She remembers the look in Ka

  • Chapter 43: The Echoes That Shouldn't Be

    Ashen hadn’t slept in three days. Not because of exhaustion, or fear, or even duty. But because something was watching her. Not from outside. Not from the shadows. But from within the Archive itself.The flame now flickered strangely at night, casting shapes that didn’t belong to her memories. Names she'd never heard whispered back at her from the embers. And sometimes, when the wind moved just right through the shrine halls, she heard… laughing.Not cruel. Not gentle. Just curious. The kind of laugh a child might make while pulling wings off a butterfly, simply to see what happens next.Kael found her sitting in the Archive’s central hall, eyes fixed on the core flame. “You haven’t moved,” he said.She didn’t look at him. “It’s changing again.”Kael stepped beside her. The flame, once golden-white, now shifted constantly, hints of violet, silver, and a soft green, like mold spreading across parchment. “That color wasn’t there before,” he muttered.Ashen finally turned. “No. It wasn’t

  • Chapter 42: The Gate Without a Maker

    Ashen stared at the scroll. It didn’t burn. It didn’t pulse. It didn’t scream, laugh, or whisper. It waited. Kael touched her arm. “You said no one had ever mapped this place.”“I didn’t,” Ashen said softly, eyes narrowing. “Because it wasn’t part of the world.”Gideon stepped closer. “I ran the coordinates. They don’t lead to any realm we know. No plane. No mirrorworld. No flame path.”Rye looked into the flame. “It’s beyond.”Eris frowned. “Beyond what?”Rye hesitated. Then answered: “Beyond narrative.”The room fell silent. Because in a world of flame and fate, of memory and myth, one truth remained sacred: Everything had a creator. Everything but this.The journey to the coordinate was unlike any the group had taken. They didn’t walk. They didn’t teleport. They were unmade, gently, thread by thread. And then reassembled, somewhere else. Not a world. Not a void. A place before both. No sky. No stars. No ground.Just space held together by the fragile idea of “here.” A single gate s

More Chapter

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on MegaNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
Scan code to read on App