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Chapter 106: Sienna is still alive
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The morning sky stretched in hues of pale gold and soft lavender as Elior and his companions set out from the city gates. Their departure was swift, silent. No fanfare accompanied them, only the weight of what lay ahead. They rode with urgency, the shadow of Sienna’s return pressing upon them like an ill omen.Rael led at the front, his gaze locked ahead, jaw clenched in quiet determination. Myrra followed close, her fingers still smudged with ink from nights spent poring over ancient texts. Bram rode with a steady grip on his axe, his ever-present tension making it clear that he expected trouble at every turn. And Elior, he rode at the center, silent, lost in the gravity of what they were about to face. The Howling Throne had been their greatest enemy, or so they had thought. Now they knew better. Sienna was not the true threat. She was merely a vessel."The Celestial Ruins lie beyond the Ashen Valley," Myrra said, her voice breaking the quiet. "The First King wrote of a temple burie
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The air inside the temple was thick with dust and the weight of forgotten history. Elior’s fingers traced the ancient carvings along the chamber walls, his mind racing to piece together the truth hidden within the First King’s final words. The dim torchlight flickered against the stone, casting shadows that seemed to dance like specters of the past.“The inscriptions,” Myrra murmured, her brow furrowed as she brushed away centuries of grime, “they speak of something beyond the seal itself.”Rael leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he deciphered the worn script. “He didn’t do it alone.”Elior turned sharply. “What?”“The First King,” Myrra continued, her voice almost reverent, “he did not seal Erythos by his own hand. A power older than the Howling Throne itself aided him.”Bram exhaled, shifting his weight. “Then we have a chance.”But Elior was not convinced. His gaze drifted back to the carvings. If there had been another force involved, why had it been forgotten? Was it lost, dest
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The night was thick with tension as Elior and his group pressed forward, the echoes of their battle with the Forgotten Hand still fresh in their minds. The coordinates Myrra had deciphered led them deeper into the Celestial Ruins, an expanse of shattered spires and silent tombs bathed in the ghostly glow of the twin moons.Their mounts kicked up clouds of dust as they rode, their urgency spurred by the growing unease settling over the land. The Final Seal was weakening, and with each passing moment, the balance of power shifted ever closer to catastrophe.Myrra, poring over the ancient texts even as they rode, spoke without looking up. “The First King was never meant to wield the power alone. The inscriptions suggest that something or someone helped him bind Erythos. But if that being still exists, why has it remained silent for so long?”Rael scanned the jagged skyline ahead, his grip tightening on the reins. “Maybe it was bound, just like Erythos. Or maybe… it didn’t want to be foun
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The journey to the hidden sanctum was grueling, the path winding through jagged ravines and ancient ruins that reeked of forgotten power. Elior and his companions moved swiftly, each step heavy with the knowledge that time was slipping away. The Final Seal was crumbling, and if Sienna completed her ritual before they found the force that once stood against Erythos, all would be lost.Myrra clutched the ancient text to her chest as they reached the base of a desolate mountain, its peak obscured by swirling storm clouds. “The sanctum should be just beyond this ridge,” she said breathlessly. “But something’s…wrong.”Elior didn’t need to ask what. The air here felt thick, unnatural, as if reality itself resisted their presence. Even their mounts, battle-hardened and unshaken by war, pawed at the ground uneasily.Rael unsheathed his dagger. “We’re not alone.”They ascended cautiously, weapons at the ready. As they crested the ridge, the hidden sanctum came into view and with it, despair gr
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From the shattered remains of the monolith, the being known as Velora emerged, a force of primordial power, the last entity to ever stand against Erythos. Their presence was overwhelming, neither wholly human nor divine, and their gaze fell upon Elior and his companions with an intensity that bent reality itself.Velora spoke in a voice that reverberated through the air, asking a single question: "Why have you woken me?"Myrra stepped forward, her voice steady despite the weight of the moment. "Erythos is returning. The Final Seal is nearly broken. We need your help."A silence followed, stretching between them like an unspoken challenge. Then Velora spoke, their voice measured and grim. "You do not understand what you ask. The Howling Throne, the cycle of rulers, the very foundation of your world, it was never meant to be."Elior’s breath hitched. "What do you mean?"Velora’s eyes burned with something ancient and sorrowful. "The First King did not merely seal Erythos away. He forged
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The storm raged above them, an unrelenting force that distorted the sky into a mass of writhing black and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone, and the land itself quivered beneath their feet, as though the world knew what was coming. Velora led the way, their ethereal form moving with an unearthly grace, their presence bending the very fabric of reality around them. Elior, Myrra, Bram, and Rael followed, their breaths ragged as they raced toward the Final Seal."We’re running out of time!" Rael called over the howling wind. "If she breaks the last bindings....""Then we will have no future left to fight for," Velora finished for him, voice as steady as ever. "You must move faster."Elior gritted his teeth, feeling the unnatural energy thrumming beneath his boots. Every step forward was like pushing against an unseen force, but he would not stop. They had come too far, lost too much. They would see this through.Myrra, running beside him, cast Velora a sharp look
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The ruins of the Final Seal trembled with an otherworldly force, the very fabric of reality stretching thin as ancient glyphs flickered like dying stars. The sky above twisted, swirling in a vortex of crimson and black, a herald of something monstrous clawing its way back into existence. Elior and his companions barely made it through the threshold when the ground beneath them lurched violently.The air was suffocating, heavy with a pressure that pressed against their bones. Sienna stood at the center of it all, her arms raised before the fractured seal. Power surged through her veins like liquid fire, crackling and twisting the very air around her. And yet, she was shaking.Erythos’ voice wove around her, insidious and inescapable. "The moment is upon us, Sienna. The throne is yours. The world is yours. Complete the ritual."Her fingers hovered above the final glyph, the last tether keeping the ancient god bound. But something held her back. The visions had been relentless, carving t
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The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.Velora surged forward, her hands weaving the last remnants of her ancient power into sigils of binding light. She hurled them at the forming deity, each sigil burning with celestial radiance. But Erythos, even in his incomplete state, was beyond mortal constraints. With a flicker of his will, the sigils unraveled, their divine inscriptions turning to dust before they could reach him. A pulse of energy followed, an unseen force that slammed into Velora, sending her crashing into the ruins.Elior barely managed to keep his footing as he rushed to her side. "Velora!"She coughed, struggling to push herself up. "We must strike now! Bef
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The ruins were breathing.Elior could not see it, but he could feel it, the slow, rhythmic pulse of something ancient beneath the stone. It was not the heartbeat of a slumbering god, nor the distant echo of Erythos' severed power. It was older. Deeper. A presence that did not simply exist but had always been.The whispers were everywhere now, slithering between the cracks in the walls, curling through the air like smoke. They were not words in any language Elior knew, but he understood them nonetheless.This was not a place of worship. It was a tomb.And the dead were stirring.Sienna stood at the edge of the ruins, staring into the yawning darkness beyond the shattered archway. The pull was stronger here, an invisible tether wrapping around her ribs, drawing her forward.She should have been afraid.She wasn't.Far behind them, the capital was unraveling.Rael sat in the royal chambers, hands clenched around the arms of his chair as voices clashed around him. The council was in chaos
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The wind howled through the fractured streets of the capital, carrying with it the scent of ash and the echoes of whispered fears. Elior stood at the palace balcony, watching the uneasy city below. Torches burned like scattered stars in the night, illuminating gathering crowds, desperate, restless, searching.They had fought for this world, yet standing here now, he wondered if they had merely unchained something far worse.Behind him, the council chamber erupted into another round of arguments.“We need action,” a noble snapped, his voice edged with panic. “If magic is failing, we must restore it—by any means necessary.”“And how do you propose we do that?” another countered. “Rituals? Blood sacrifices? We do not even know what is causing the unraveling.”Rael stood at the center of the storm, jaw clenched as he faced the gathered lords and scholars. “I understand your fear,” he said, voice steady despite the chaos. “But we will not turn to desperation. We need answers, not reckless
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Silence.Not the peaceful kind that follows a battle well won, nor the stillness of an early dawn. This was the silence of something broken, something vast and incomprehensible that had been ripped away, leaving only a hollow absence behind.The battlefield was unrecognizable. The ruins, once ancient and imposing, were reduced to charred fragments, their sacred stones blackened by the celestial fire that had consumed Erythos. The air was thick with the scent of ash and the lingering echoes of divine fury. Even the sky, once torn open by the god’s awakening, hung heavy with dark, unmoving clouds, as if the heavens themselves had yet to understand what had just transpired.Elior stood in the center of it all, his sword still clenched in his shaking hand. His body was battered, his limbs aching from wounds he had no memory of receiving. The weight of exhaustion settled over him like a crushing tide, but he could not move, not yet.Erythos was gone. Severed. Banished from the world foreve
