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Chapter 154. The Crawl Beneath.
The prison had gone quiet. That deep, heavy kind of quiet where even the air felt like it was holding its breath. The guards had done their last patrol for the hour, their boots fading into the distance until only the faint crackle of torches was left.Rhok leaned against the wall of his cell, his eyes half shut, letting the silence stretch. He could still feel the faint presence of Sayo, the boy with the too thin frame and eyes that looked older than his face should allow was sitting a few cells down to his right."You still there?" Rhok asked, his voice low.A moment passed. Then the boy replied, "Yeah."That still caught Rhok off guard. For someone who hadn’t spoken in years, Sayo didn’t stumble over his words or sound unsure. He spoke like the words had been waiting all that time, lined up neatly in his mind, ready to go."So," Rhok started, "tell me what else you know about this place. You’ve been here a while, right?"Sayo shifted, the sound of metal scraping stone as he moved.
Chapter 153. A Boy with No Name.
Rhok was already regretting eavesdropping on the guards.Sure, at first it had been interesting, hearing about the Triarchy and their flashy titles. Zoryel, Master of Frost. Emek, the Embercaller. Tuwan, Lord of Storms. Big scary names, lots of elemental chest thumping. But then, like all men with too much time on their hands, the guards’ conversation had taken a hard left into the most boring topic possible, how bad their wives were in bed.By the third complaint, Rhok had decided the only thing more dangerous than the Triarchy was marriage in Seroth.He sat there in his cell, back against the cold wall, staring at the shadows dancing along the floor. He had been left alone since morning with no food, no questions, no beatings. The guards didn’t even seem to care he was here. It felt less like imprisonment and more like someone had told them, "Don’t touch him, he'll bite you."Boredom hit him like a slow poison. He started letting his mind wander, not into thoughts, but into the fain
Chapter 152. The Three That Rule.
Rhok woke with a stretch so exaggerated you'd think he was trying to dislocate every joint in his body on purpose. He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and sat up with a groggy sigh that sounded like someone who’d just woken up in a spring fountain and not, in fact, on the hard, stone slab of a prison cell in a foreign, magic-drenched city.He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around.Still in the same cell.Still no chains.Still no interrogations.And most importantly, he had somehow not ended up dead.“Wow,” he muttered, reclining back with his hands behind his head. “Five stars. Would get arrested here again.”He had slept surprisingly well. The floor was somehow heated. The air was oddly crisp. And he wasn’t sure if it was the lingering divine residue in his veins or just the city’s weird architecture, but even the silence felt... comforting.Some guards passed by at one point, peeked in through the small barred slit in the door and then, weirdly, just walked away
Chapter 151. The Ink Judge.
The prison smelled like wet limestone and regret, a really sharp contrast to how the city looked and felt. The kind that soaked into your skin and stayed there. Rhok sat on the cold stone floor with his back against a wall slick from dripping moss. He could still taste the crust of that stolen bread. Dry, hard, but warm, worth the arrest, barely.Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Two guards with twisted metal spears walked with a robed figure gliding down the hallway like she didn’t touch the ground. Her robes were ink black, soaked in moving script that crawled across the fabric like living calligraphy. A mask covered her face, porcelain white, inked with a single black dot on the forehead and lines trailing down the cheeks like tears, her mask bore no eyes and no mouth.She didn’t speak or rather, she didn’t have to.The guards pulled Rhok to his feet and shoved him forward.They led him through a narrow passage carved into the stone, glowing faintly with blue moss. The hallway op
Chapter 150. The City Of Colour.
Zenyra wasn’t like anywhere Rhok had ever been.It was a city or a big town built into the side of jagged cliffs, with homes and bridges chiselled directly from living stone. The cliffs curved upward like the ribs of a sleeping god, and the city itself pulsed with life... literal pulses. Glowing moss crept along the walls, lighting the paths with a soft, green hue. The people walked like they had music in their bones, and the air smelled faintly of herbs and burnt sugar.At sunset, the enchantments wove their spell. The cliffs bled an unusual colour, vibrant hues that dripped down the buildings like the sky itself was crying. Blues, oranges, reds, violets. It wasn’t just light, it felt as though it moved, shimmered, melted into the cobblestone streets. People gathered on balconies to watch it. Kids tried to catch the colours in jars, while elderly women murmured old prayers, like the colours were sacred.Rhok stood quietly in the crowd, hood drawn over his head. He didn’t belong here,
Chapter 149. The Shores of Saeroth
The sea was not kind.Rhok had never known the ocean to be cruel, even on Earth. Waves slammed against the worn sides of the old merchant vessel he had bought passage on, and the sky above remained a permanent shade of grey. The days had blurred into storms, salt, and silence. And yet, he preferred this to the land he had left behind. Vyranthia was a graveyard now. His name caused whispers and executions, and even silence could be a death sentence there.But Seroth... Seroth was an unknown.He stood at the bow as the ship neared the jagged coastline. The cliffs of this foreign continent rose like black teeth from the sea, and the wind here whistled differently, sharper, colder. The sailors avoided him, and he welcomed their distance. They had seen the scars along his arms, the branded scars that he wore on his wrists, and the strange, quiet weight in his eyes. He wasn’t one of them, he hadn’t been anyone’s for a long time.As the vessel dropped anchor in a secluded bay, Rhok dropped o
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