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Chapter 163. Break the Hourglass.
The next morning, Rhok and Sayo stood at the edge of Nevasil, staring at a city that looked like it had been painted on canvas rather than built from stone and wood. Nothing seemed to age here. The buildings were spotless, the streets had no dust, the fountains poured endlessly with crystal-clear water. It was beautiful, too beautiful, and that beauty felt wrong.The people smiled as they walked by. The same baker laughed with the same two customers at the same joke every morning. The guards marched in neat rows, boots clacking against stone with a rhythm that was as precise as clockwork. Every twenty-four hours, the city reset.Rhok felt his gut twist.“This place is cursed,” he muttered, hands tightening around the edges of his cloak.Sayo stood at his side, his fox like eyes studying the way a child ran to his mother with a wooden toy sword. “No… not cursed but trapped. They don’t even know.”Rhok gave a small nod. He had seen many strange things in his life, gods, demons, monsters
Chapter 162. The City of Echoes.
The morning light cut through the tavern’s shutters, scattering pale beams across the wooden floor. Rhok rose from his bed slowly, stretching out stiff shoulders that still ached from the constant tension of running, hiding, and fighting. Sayo was already awake, perched on the edge of his own bed with his boots half laced. He didn’t look tired. He never seemed to.“You ready?” Sayo asked, glancing up.Rhok nodded, tying the strap of his cloak. “Yeah. Let’s move.”They left the tavern quietly, stepping out into the bustling streets. People rushed about, carts rolled across the cobblestones, and merchants shouted about fresh bread or sharpened blades. It felt almost ordinary... too ordinary. But Rhok knew better. The letter that had carved itself into the wall the night before hadn’t been a dream. Beneath the city that never ages.That clue hung over him like a weight. It pulled him forward, urging him toward their next destination, though he didn’t know exactly where it was yet. All he
Chapter 161. The Letter That Vanishes.
The city they’d left behind was already smoke in the distance, but Rhok wasn’t foolish enough to think they had shaken off all danger. The Triarch’s reach was longer than that, and every time he felt the weight of a shadow following too close, he wondered if another assassin was already hunting them.Sayo walked beside him, quiet, his eyes darting to every rustle of the wind through the ruined countryside. He wasn’t built for wandering like this, no, Sayo still had the softness of someone who grew up in walls, with servants and protection, not the ragged instincts of someone like Rhok who had lived more lives than he cared to count.“Your pace is too slow,” Rhok muttered. His eyes glowed faintly with his shadow sense, scanning far ahead. Every tree line, every broken path, every cave and ridge was mapped in a pulse of awareness that stretched kilometers out. He could see too much and not enough all at once. The land itself felt hostile, even when it wasn’t.He stopped suddenly. "Fifty
Chapter 160. The Embercaller’s Eyes.
Rhok woke to the scent of smoke. Not the faint ghost of it that had clung to the garden all night, but fresh, alive and hungry. He sat up slowly, the world still in that blue gray hush before sunrise. Sayo was curled up a few feet away, half covered by his ragged cloak, breathing evenly.The plants were trembling. Their brittle stems swayed without wind, petals curled tight as fists. Beneath his palm, the soil was warm, thrumming like a war drum.Dawn.The first thread of sunlight broke over the ridge, and the garden erupted.Flames blossomed where flowers should have been, bursting from the stems in waves of crimson and gold. Heat rolled over him in a sudden tide, the air singing with the sound of burning. The ash dry petals unfurled into pure fire, their shapes flickering and shifting as if trying to remember they were once alive.Rhok’s shadow sense was flooded instantly. The flames didn’t have ordinary shadows, they twisted and writhed as if alive, their darkness bending at imposs
Chapter 159. A Burned Garden.
The rain didn’t follow them past the edge of Zenyra. The shadows carried them far enough that even the storm’s growl was little more than a whisper in the distance. By the time Rhok and Sayo surfaced from the black shadows of the earth, the air was dry, sharp with the scent of dust and something faintly charred.Rhok straightened, rolling his shoulders as the last traces of magical suppression faded from his limbs. “So... where are we going?”Sayo glanced over his shoulder, his hood drawn low, his feet were quick over the uneven ground. “Somewhere no one thinks to search. Somewhere the where gods watch… but only in like... small pieces.”“Vague,” Rhok said with a smile. “I like it.”They moved through a dead stretch of hills, the grass brittle underfoot, the wind carrying the ghostly hiss of something burning far away. The land here felt wrong, not corrupted, exactly, but as if it had chosen to reject life.Finally, the boy stopped at the crest of a ridge. Below them stretched a walle
Chapter 158. Chains and Thunder.
Morning came to Zenyra Prison with the kind of stillness that felt wrong. Too still, too quiet, like the world had agreed to hold its breath just to watch someone die.That someone was Rhok.He sat in the middle of his cell, hands chained above his head with thick iron bands etched in runes meant to sever his connection to the shadows. The Black Tongue didn’t take chances. They had dragged him here the night before, beaten him just enough to make him look weak without actually breaking him, and told him the execution would be at dawn.He didn’t resist. He hadn’t even tried.In truth, he wanted to see how far they thought they could push this little performance. Maybe they believed killing him in public would send some sort of message. To who? The other prisoners? The gods? Whoever was listening?When the guards came for him, they were fully armored, masks covering their faces, spears tipped with silver blades that hummed faintly from the enchantments carved into them. A precaution, no
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