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Chapter 22: The Blooded Path
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The ruins of Dawnfire pulsed with energy, an ancient force refusing to be forgotten. The air was thick with heat, the glowing runes beneath Elior’s feet still smoldering from the vision’s aftermath. His head throbbed from the echo of the voice—the presence that had spoken to him from beyond time.You are not ready.The words had been a warning, but also a challenge. Elior wasn’t sure which unsettled him more.He forced himself to his feet, steadying his breath. Around him, his companions were recovering in their own ways. Sienna rubbed her temples, her expression dark with thought. Freya’s grip on her blade was tight, ready to strike at unseen threats. Bram cursed under his breath, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the lingering sensation.Rael, however, was staring at the markings on the ground with an unreadable expression. His fingers traced the air above them, as if sensing something the rest of them couldn’t. Myrra stood apart, watching Elior.“You saw it,” she said
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Elior stepped through the archway, and the world changed.The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the air thickened, pressing against his skin like unseen hands. The ruins behind them faded, swallowed by an unnatural darkness that stretched endlessly in every direction.A corridor of stone descended beneath the earth, the walls slick with condensation, as if the ruins themselves were breathing. Flickering blue torches lined the narrow passage, their flames twisting unnaturally. There was no source for the fire—no oil, no wood—just cold, eerie light burning in defiance of time.“Lovely,” Bram muttered, gripping his axe. “Nothing like a cursed tomb to make a man feel welcome.”Freya ignored him, moving forward with silent steps, her daggers drawn. Sienna stayed close to Elior, her gaze sharp and wary. Rael, ever the scholar, studied the walls, his fingers trailing over ancient carvings etched into the stone.Myrra alone walked with ease, as if she had expected this.“We are no longer
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The wind whispered through the dense forest as Elior and his companions moved swiftly, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the collapsed ruins. The sky above had darkened, though no storm brewed—just an eerie, unnatural gloom that clung to the air like a lingering shadow.Elior kept his gaze forward, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unseen eyes burrowing into his back. Ever since he had touched the Veilblade, something had changed. He wasn’t sure if it was the sword, the vision of the First King, or the revenant’s final words, but the unease nestled deep in his bones refused to leave.The others felt it, too.Bram’s usual grumbling had quieted, his axe always in hand. Freya kept glancing over her shoulder, her sharp eyes scanning the trees. Sienna walked closer to Elior than before, as if waiting to catch him should he stumble. Even Rael, ever the skeptic, seemed on edge.It was Myrra who finally voiced what they were all thinking.“We’re not alone.”They s
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