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Chapter 178. The Pact.
Author: Hencho
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The fragment floated in the chamber like a shard of the sun trapped in molten glass. It pulsed faintly, as though it breathed, calling to him with a voice that had no words but carried endless weight. Rhok’s hand shook as he reached out. His fingers hesitated inches from its surface, and in that pause he could feel Veyra’s eyes locked onto him, silent but anxious.

He touched it.

The glassy shell cracked with a sound like thunder in a sealed cavern. The fragment convulsed violently, humming so loud it rattled the stone walls. Light burst forth, blinding and raw, forcing Veyra to cover her eyes.

Then the shard shattered.

A thousand slivers of light exploded into the air, freezing mid-motion, as though time itself held its breath. The fragments swirled, then bent, dragged by an unseen gravity toward Rhok. His body convulsed. His scream tore through the silence as each piece of light forced itself into him, cutting through skin, tearing through bone, unraveling him from the inside.

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