2025-07-30 20:29:47
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 112
The chapel was nothing but ruins. Its walls leaned inward, black with soot. Its roof had collapsed long ago, leaving the stars to watch from above. The air smelled of smoke and rot, and the ground was littered with broken stone and half-burned icons.This was where Mason’s band rested after their last battle. But it did not feel like rest. Men sharpened blades with shaking hands. Women stared into the ashes of small campfires, their eyes empty. Children curled against one another, too tired to cry but unable to sleep. The silence pressed heavy on all of them.Norra sat by Mason’s side. He leaned against a broken column, his skin pale, his breath shallow. His silver eyes glowed faintly in the dark, a light that looked less like strength and more like a wound.She watched him in silence, her heart heavy. Every time he unleashed the fire, she thought it would be the last. She thought he would not rise again. Yet he always did, slower, weaker, but still burning.Her small hands clenche
Chapter 111
The morning after the rider’s warning, the academy ruins felt smaller. The courtyard was filled with noise. Envoys shouted orders, priests sang prayers, refugees begged for protection. Horses stamped at the gates, soldiers sharpened blades.But Mason did not linger among them. He stood at the flame mark, his silver eyes fixed on the glow. His hand rested lightly on the stone, feeling the steady pulse beneath it. The warmth of Aurora’s fire beat like a second heart inside him.He spoke softly, too low for others to hear. “I will carry it. I will burn them all, before they rise again.”John approached, his cloak dragging ash across the stones. His silver eyes were sharp, his voice low. “You’re leaving again.”Mason nodded once. “The shadows don’t wait.”John’s jaw tightened. “And the world behind you? The kings, the priests, the people who think you’re their savior? You’ll leave them quarreling in your absence?”Mason’s gaze flicked to him. “Let them quarrel. I’m not their savior.”No
Chapter 110
The road back from the Black Hills was heavier than the march east. They carried fewer supplies, fewer voices. Some who had left with Mason did not return. Their bodies lay buried beneath the charred ruins of the village, marked only by scorched stones and the smell of ash.Norra walked beside Mason in silence, her small hands clenched into fists. She had watched him burn shadows with fire that was not his. She had seen him shake after, skin pale, breath ragged.She had wanted to scream at him to stop. But she hadn’t. Because the shadows would have swallowed them all if he hadn’t.Now, with each step, her chest ached with a fear she could not voice. Refugees followed them west. Men, women, children with hollow eyes. They spoke in whispers that spread like smoke. “They say he carries the Saint’s fire.”“They say the silver-eyed warrior burns darkness itself.”“They say Aurora gave him her soul.”Mason heard them. He ignored them. His silver eyes stayed forward, cold as steel, but John
Chapter 109
The courtyard was quiet at dawn. The flame mark pulsed faintly, its glow softer than in the nights before. The pilgrims who had camped at the gates still slept, their breaths rising in steady clouds, but Mason was awake.He stood at the edge of the courtyard, silver eyes fixed on the east. The Black Hills waited there, jagged shadows across the horizon. His jaw was tight, his shoulders squared. He had not spoken much through the night, but all who saw him knew what weighed on him.The messenger’s last words were still sharp in his mind. “They gather. Fragments… shadows… Vazquez’s remnants.”Mason closed his hand into a fist. “Then we’ll meet them.”By midmorning, the survivors gathered in the ruined hall. It was smaller than it had been, half the roof missing, the stone cracked. But the voices inside carried strong.John stood at Mason’s side, his arms crossed, his silver eyes cool. Norra sat on the step nearby, her chin lifted high, defiance glowing in her young face.Students, old
Chapter 108
The courtyard was silent after the blaze. The flame mark glowed faintly in the stone, pulsing like a dying heartbeat. The survivors sat in a circle around it, their faces pale and heavy with grief. Norra had not moved in hours. Her hands rested on the mark, her forehead pressed against the warm stone. Her tears had dried, but her eyes were hollow, her voice faint. “She gave everything,” she whispered. “She was all we had.”The students bowed their heads. No one argued. No one dared until the air stirred. The mark flared suddenly, brighter than before. Sparks rose into the night, golden and silver, swirling together.The students gasped. Some cried out in fear, others in awe. Norra lifted her head sharply, her heart pounding. “Aurora…?”But the light was different this time. Stronger. Sharper. Not soft, like Aurora’s flame, but cutting, like steel through darkness.John stepped forward slowly, his silver eyes narrowing. “Wait. That isn’t her.”The sparks twisted upward, shaping into
Chapter 107
The sun rose over the academy ruins. Its light spilled across shattered walls, broken towers, and scorched earth. Yet even with the dawn, the brightest thing in the courtyard was not the sun.It was the flame mark burned into the stone. It pulsed faintly, gold light rising and falling like a heartbeat.The survivors gathered around it, whispering among themselves. Some bowed their heads in prayer. Others touched the stone carefully, as if afraid it might vanish.Norra sat beside the mark, her hands pressed against it. Her hair was tangled, her clothes torn, but her eyes burned fiercely with determination.She hadn’t left the mark since the night Aurora vanished into fire. When the younger students asked her why, she always gave the same answer. “Because she’s still here. I can feel her.”Her words spread quickly. The children began to sit near the mark with her, some whispering Aurora’s name, others humming softly like a song.Every time the mark glowed brighter, Norra’s heart leapt.
You may also like
Into The Unknown World
Einvee14.8K viewsMonster Hunters
Datdepressedguy 15.7K viewsONCE BULLIED: LYON ARMSTRONG IS BACK.
ASystem17.9K viewsGame of the Destiny
Yahya_I18.8K viewsLegend of Hidden Dragon
Know Micro11.1K viewsLegacies of light
FrogPanda7 2.8K viewsPleasure System: From Healer to Harem King
Marshie_Marshie542 viewsCombat Evaluation
Victor1.4K views