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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
Chapter 157. Execution Eve.
After his encounter with the goddess, he thought it was a good idea to leave the crawl beneath and not keep searching around anymore, he held Sayo and melted into the shadows with him, teleporting themselves back to their prison cells.The shadows spat Rhok back into his cell like they were tired of carrying him. One moment he was in the mirror walled domain of Velmira, her voice still echoing in his skull, and the next he was standing in the familiar stink of stone, iron, and damp air.Sayo wasn’t far, Rhok could feel his presence the way a wolf can feel the heartbeat of prey through the snow. He had dropped the boy into his own cell before returning. A small courtesy. No need to drag him into what came next.Rhok sat down on the bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. Velmira’s words swirled like smoke in his head."Amongst the gods, there are those who cheer for you." But cheering is not saving, he had to remember that.He almost smirked. Gods cheering for him, that was r
Chapter 156. The Phantom God.
The Crawl Beneath didn’t just get darker the deeper you went, it got… quieter. The kind of quiet that didn’t mean safety. It was the quiet of something listening.Rhok felt it in the shadows before he saw it, an odd warping ahead, like his own magic was bending toward a fixed point. He didn’t tell Sayo what he sensed, the boy had enough on his mind. He just kept walking, boots brushing the damp stone, weaving through narrowing tunnels until they widened again into a vast chamber.That’s when he noticed it.The light in the cavern didn’t behave like light should. It didn’t fade into darkness, it fractured, multiplying in strange ways. Every glint was sharper than it had a right to be, bouncing from one place to another.And then Rhok saw why.The cavern’s walls, the ceiling, even the floor, every inch was covered in mirrors. Not smooth, polished mirrors like a noble’s dressing room. These were warped, mismatched, and cracked in places. Some were perfect sheets of reflection, others lit
Chapter 155. The Severed Shrine.
The tunnels narrowed as Rhok followed behind Sayo. The stale air clung to his throat, tasting faintly of rust and something older, something that had been rotting long before either of them had been born. The Crawl Beneath was no ordinary prison passage, it was a graveyard that had been hidden long from the world.Their steps echoed in strange ways. Sometimes a sound would travel far ahead of them, bending around corners and coming back distorted, like someone whispering their own words back in mockery. Other times the air swallowed noise completely, leaving only the scrape of their boots and the faint drip of unseen water.Sayo walked with his head down, not because he feared getting lost, but because looking around too much down here could mess with your mind. You might see something you shouldn’t, things that weren’t fully human anymore.They passed one such figure. A man crouched, hidden in the shadows, skin stretched tight over bone, a pale arm fused with what looked like a jagge
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