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Chapter 35: The Breaking Point
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The silence after the throne’s destruction was deafening. Dust and shattered stone filled the air, lingering like the final remnants of an ancient era turned to ruin. Elior remained on one knee, his breath steady but shallow, his fingers still curled as if expecting to grasp the Veilblade once more, but it was gone.The others stirred slowly, as if waking from a long dream. Bram exhaled hard, raking a hand through his hair. “Well, that was either the best idea we’ve ever had or the worst.”No one laughed.Myrra rose to her feet, her golden eyes scanning the remains of the throne. Nothing remained but fractured stone and deep cracks in the earth. Yet, the air still carried the ghost of something ancient, a whisper of power that refused to die completely.Rael sheathed his blades with a slow, deliberate motion. “It’s done.” His voice was firm, but there was an edge to it, a wary hesitation. “So why does it still feel like we haven’t won?”Elior pushed himself up, his legs unsteady benea
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The air was thick with the remnants of fading magic, the scent of burnt ozone lingering in the ruins of Dawnfire. The Veilborn were gone, at least for now, but their presence had left something behind, something Elior could still feel pressing against the edges of his mind.His fingers curled into fists. The battle had been won, but it was not victory. It was a warning.Myrra wiped the sweat from her brow, her golden eyes flickering with exhaustion. “That wasn’t supposed to work,” she muttered, shaking her head as if trying to dispel the weight of what had just happened. “The throne’s power should have been lost when we destroyed it. But this… this means something still lingers.”Bram snorted, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, like whatever the hell those things were.” His gaze swept over the ruins, searching for any remaining movement. “I thought destroying the throne was supposed to stop things like this.”“The throne was a lock,” the First King murmured, his spectral form flickering sl
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The road away from Dawnfire was eerily silent. Even the wind had settled, leaving only the sound of their footsteps against the cracked earth. Elior’s shoulders were tense, his senses sharp as he led the group forward. The battle had ended, but something still felt… wrong.Myrra walked beside him, her golden eyes scanning the landscape. “The Veil hasn’t settled,” she muttered. “I can feel it shifting, like it’s searching for something.”Elior didn’t respond immediately. He felt it too, an unseen presence pressing against the edges of his awareness, watching. It was subtle, like a whisper in the back of his mind, but it was there.Bram grumbled as he adjusted the straps of his pack. “I don’t like this. It’s too quiet.”Rael, who had been walking ahead, suddenly halted. His hand went to his blade. “Something’s wrong.”Elior stilled. He didn’t hear anything unusual, but Rael’s instincts were rarely wrong. He raised a hand, signaling the others to stop.Then he heard it.A faint hum in th
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Silence held the forest in an iron grip. The woman’s presence felt like a weight pressing against Elior’s chest, a force that did not belong in the world he knew. The shard in her palm pulsed, its silver veins flickering like lightning trapped in glass.Elior forced his voice to remain steady. “If that’s the heart of the Veil, then why is it breaking?”The woman studied him, or at least he thought she did beneath the shadows of her hood. “Because it was never meant to last.”Myrra stepped forward, her golden eyes glowing. “That’s not an answer.”The woman turned slightly, her robes shifting like liquid midnight. “It is the only one I will give.”Elior’s patience thinned. “If the Veil collapses, what happens to everything inside it?”For the first time, the woman hesitated. It was barely a flicker, a pause in her stance, but Elior caught it. Whatever the truth was, she was weighing whether to say it aloud.Then she spoke.“It ceases.”The single word sent a chill down his spine.Rael s
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The shard of the Veil pulsed in Elior’s grip, cold and ancient, its silver veins flickering like distant lightning. His breath was still unsteady, the memory of the woman’s final words lingering in his mind."Find the ones who shattered it."His fingers curled around the fragment as if tightening his hold on it would somehow force the answer to reveal itself. But before he could process the weight of her warning, a sharp intake of breath from Myrra shattered the silence.Her golden eyes were fixed on something behind him.Elior turned and his blood ran cold.There, embedded in the earth, was Velibron.It was unmistakable. The obsidian-black blade, streaked with veins of silver light, hummed with power. The very same weapon he had wielded against the Veil. The very same weapon that should not exist anymore.Rael took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening on the hilt of his own sword. “That’s not possible,” he muttered.“It shattered,” Sienna said, her voice unusually quiet.Myrr
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The wind was different now.Elior couldn’t explain it, but something about the air felt thinner, stretched like fabric worn too far. He exhaled, steadying himself, the shard of the Veil cool against his palm.They had spent too long questioning the return of Velibron. There was only one truth now, someone had weakened the Veil long before Elior struck it down.And they needed to find out who.“We need to move,” he said finally, breaking the silence. “We won’t find answers standing here.”Myrra nodded. “Where do we even start?”Elior turned the shard over in his hand, watching the silver veins pulse faintly. “We follow the traces of the Veil itself.”Sienna’s brow furrowed. “The Veil is gone.”“Not entirely,” Rael said, understanding dawning in his expression. “If this fragment still exists, then remnants of the Veil’s energy might too.”Myrra’s golden eyes lit up with realization. “And if we track those remnants, they could lead us to the ones who started unraveling it.”Bram let out
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The weight of Sienna’s words settled over Elior like a storm cloud, thick with the promise of something far worse than they had imagined. The Forgotten Hand. A name none of them knew, except for her.Elior took a slow breath, steadying himself. “Then tell me.”Sienna shook her head. “You don’t get it. There are things you don’t chase, Elior. Things you don’t dig up because you might not survive what you find.”His jaw tightened. “We don’t have the luxury of ignoring this.”Sienna let out a hollow laugh, void of humor. “You think you can fight them? You think they can be tracked down like any other enemy?” She stepped closer, voice lowering. “They don’t exist until they want to be seen. They don’t act until they’ve already won.”Elior refused to back down. “Then why are we still alive?”That gave her pause.Bram and Rael approached, their expressions dark with unspoken questions. Myrra lingered behind them, her golden eyes wary as she studied Sienna.“What now?” Bram asked. “Because I
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