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Chapter 47 : A King’s Forgotten Words
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The Howling Throne Chapter 48 : The Whispering Wastes
The heat pressed down on them like a living thing.Elior had heard of the Whispering Wastes before, spoken of in cautionary tales, always with an uneasy glance toward the horizon. A stretch of barren desert where the air itself seemed to hum with voices from an age long past. Few crossed it and fewer still returned.And yet, here they were.The sand stretched endless before them, shifting in waves of pale gold beneath the scorching sun. Their footprints vanished almost as quickly as they were made, swallowed by the restless winds.Bram groaned, adjusting the scarf wrapped around his face. “Remind me again why all ancient kings decided to hide their secrets in places that want to kill us?”Rael, walking beside him, shot him a dry look. “Would you rather they left them in a marketplace?”“Honestly? Yes.”Sienna, ahead of them, turned slightly. “Less talking. More moving.”Myrra, scanning the horizon, frowned. “The inscriptions said the Ruins were beyond the Wastes, but they didn’t say h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 49 : The Stone Sentinels
The first statue lunged.Elior barely had time to react before a massive stone fist came crashing down where he had stood a second ago. He rolled aside, feeling the impact reverberate through the ancient floor. Dust rained from the ceiling as the other statues stirred, their once-lifeless bodies shifting with unsettling purpose.“These things are fast!” Bram shouted, drawing his blade.Myrra’s golden eyes flashed as she raised her hands, her fingers weaving through the air. Arcane symbols formed in the space before her, glowing faintly. She thrust her palms forward, and a blast of kinetic force slammed into one of the statues. It stumbled but didn’t fall.“They’re resisting magic,” Myrra growled.Rael darted forward, his twin daggers flashing in the dim torchlight. He struck at the closest statue’s joints, aiming for the thinner sections where the stone was weakest. Sparks flew, but his blades barely left a scratch.“This is bad,” Rael muttered.One of the statues turned to Sienna.It
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 50 : The Shifting Veil
Elior could still feel the whisper of the Second Crown against his fingertips, its weight impossibly light yet heavy with unseen purpose. As he stood before the pedestal, his breath steadying, he knew one truth, this was no ordinary artifact.This was a warning.Myrra’s golden eyes flicked between the Crown in Elior’s hands and the pedestal where it had rested for centuries. “It let you take it,” she murmured, as if still trying to believe what she had seen. “No test of strength. No riddle to solve.”Elior turned the Crown slowly, watching the way its silver glowed in the dim light. “It tested something else,” he said. “Something deeper.”Rael crossed his arms, his usual smirk absent. “You said the First King knew what would happen if we destroyed the Throne. That means we’re walking straight into something he feared.”Sienna was quiet, her violet gaze locked onto the Crown. “Then we need to understand what he saw,” she said. “If we’re going to change the future, we need to know what’
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 51: The Weight of Home
The journey back to Dawnfire was not an easy one.They had left the ruins behind, but something about the world felt… off. The Veil was weaker now, they had seen it break and with it came an eerie silence that stretched across the lands. Even the wind, once sharp and restless, felt heavy with the weight of something unseen.For days, they traveled under a sky that felt different, as if the stars themselves were watching them. The Second Crown remained in Elior’s possession, wrapped tightly in cloth, but he could still feel its presence. It was not like the first, it did not call to him, nor did it demand anything.It simply waited.And that, somehow, was worse.The road twisted through familiar landscapes, rolling hills that once led them away from home, now guiding them back. But there was something unsettling about retracing their steps.Bram rode ahead, his gaze sweeping the horizon. “I don’t like this.”“You never like anything,” Rael muttered, adjusting his grip on his reins.Bra
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 52: The Key to the Veil
The pulse of shadow had barely faded before Elior broke into a run. The others followed, the weight of their discovery pressing them forward, their footsteps quick against the stone streets of Dawnfire. The sky above them still rippled from the disturbance, the stars quivering as if the heavens themselves were recoiling from what had just transpired.Myrra kept close to Elior’s side, her breath quickened. "We need to find out what that was.""We already know," Sienna said grimly. "The Veil is breaking. That was its cry."Elior tightened his grip around the Second Crown, his mind racing. The Hall of Kings had given them an answer, but not a solution. The First King had locked something away with the Crowns, but the key. The key was still missing.No. Not missing. Stolen."The Forgotten Hand took the key," he muttered. "Back in Dawnfire. They knew before we did. They’ve had it all this time."Rael exhaled sharply. "And now, they're using it."Bram cursed under his breath. "Then we need
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 53: The Shattered Veil
The silence after the explosion of power was suffocating. Elior forced himself to stand, his limbs heavy with the weight of what had just happened. The key was gone. The Veil was broken. And Erythos,No. Not yet. But soon.The sky overhead still churned, a swirl of distorted stars and inky voids where the heavens had been torn asunder. Myrra gripped her staff tightly, her knuckles white. Bram groaned from where he had landed, shaking debris from his shoulders.Sienna was the first to move toward the shattered pedestal. The woman in the dark robes, the one who had touched the key, was gone. Vanished. Either swallowed by the surge of magic or transported elsewhere by its power. But her words remained, echoing in the space Erythos would soon claim.Elior clenched his fists. "We need to get back to Dawnfire. Now."Rael, still breathing hard, nodded. "If the Veil has been broken, the council needs to know. They need to start preparing."They mounted their horses without hesitation, spurrin
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 54: The Howl of Shadows
The first clash of steel shattered the silence. Elior barely had time to parry as the scarred man lunged, his curved blade a blur of motion. Sparks flew as their swords met, and the force of the impact sent tremors up Elior’s arms.Behind him, the others had already engaged the Forgotten Hand. Myrra struck first, slamming her staff into the ground. A ripple of force sent one of their enemies stumbling, but another darted in, daggers flashing. She twisted away, deflecting the strike with a muttered incantation.Sienna danced through the fray, knives glinting like fangs in the firelight. She moved with deadly precision, slashing a robed figure across the thigh before pivoting to hurl a dagger into another’s throat. A choked gurgle, and the assassin collapsed.Bram fought like a battering ram, plowing through opponents with sheer brute force. His greatsword cleaved through the air, scattering foes like brittle kindling.Rael fought at his side, his movements swift but methodical. Unlike
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-30The Howling Throne Chapter 55: Fractured Fate
Elior’s heart pounded as Erythos’s words settled over them like a shroud. Destroy the Crowns, and Erythos would fall, but so would the world they were trying to save.Silence stretched in the Hall of Kings, heavy with the weight of the impossible choice before them. The flickering torchlight cast deep shadows across the ancient stone, twisting the unreadable expressions on his companions' faces.Bram was the first to break the silence. “There has to be another way,” he said, voice rough with exhaustion. He was still gripping his greatsword, but the force of Erythos’s attack had left his arm trembling. “Some way to bind him again.”Myrra, her eyes locked on the inscriptions at the altar’s base, shook her head. “The Veil is broken. We can’t undo that.” She turned to Elior, her gaze intense. “But we still have the Crowns. If we act now, we control what happens next.”Sienna stood apart from the group, her face unreadable. “Destroying the Crowns would collapse the very forces holding the
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The Howling Throne Chapter 70: The Forgotten City
The city stretched before them like a forgotten monument to a time long past. Towering spires, cracked and crumbling, reached toward the twilight sky, their surfaces worn smooth by the passage of ages. The streets were paved with obsidian stone, each step echoing unnaturally through the silence. Buildings leaned at odd angles, some suspended mid-collapse, held aloft by unseen forces. Shadows danced where no light shone, shifting as if aware of their presence.Elior took a slow breath, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. The city pulsed with power, not the raw, overwhelming might of Erythos, but something older, something watching.Rael exhaled sharply beside him. “Well, this place is cheerful.”Myrra’s gaze swept over the ruins, her fingers brushing the air as if testing for magic. “It’s not just a ruin. Something lingers here.”“Ghosts?” Bram asked, rolling his shoulders. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”“Not ghosts,” Myrra murmured. “Memories.”Elior stepped forward cautiously,
The Howling Throne Chapter 69: The Precipice of Fate
The void was endless.Elior’s breath caught in his throat as he plummeted through the swirling abyss. The battlefield was gone, the ground shattered beneath them, leaving only the vast nothingness of space stretching infinitely in all directions. Stars flickered in the distance, distant pinpricks of light in the consuming dark. Wind, if such a thing existed here, whipped past him, a formless force dragging him downward.Then, with a jarring pull, he stopped.The impact sent a sharp jolt through his body, but there was no ground beneath him, only the illusion of it, a shimmering platform of condensed magic holding him aloft. Around him, the others landed in a similar fashion, some less gracefully than others.Rael let out a sharp grunt as he hit the surface, rolling before pushing himself to his feet. His twin blades remained in his grip, but there was an uncertainty in his eyes, his stance uncharacteristically shaken.Bram hit hard, letting out a pained growl as he struggled to rise.
The Howling Throne Chapter 68: The War Begins
The moment Sienna unleashed her power, the world erupted into chaos.A wave of golden energy exploded from her palms, crackling like a living storm. Elior barely had time to react before the force slammed into him, sending him skidding backward across the glass-like surface. The impact rattled through his bones, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself upright.Sienna was no longer their ally.She stood beside Erythos now, her form wreathed in shimmering gold, the remnants of the shattered Seal swirling around her like a cloak of divine fury. She was no longer just a strategist, no longer just a wielder of magic, she was something more.A force to be reckoned with.Erythos, standing tall and terrible beside her, lifted his hand. The darkness that bled from his form coiled outward, consuming the light around them. “You were fools to think you could change fate,” he said, his voice reverberating across the void. “Fate belongs to those strong enough to claim it.”Elior tightened his g
The Howling Throne Chapter 66: The Door of Eternity
The great door loomed before them, pulsing with a golden radiance that seemed to breathe like a living thing. The sheer size of it dwarfed them, stretching high into the misty void above, its surface carved with symbols that shifted as if whispering their secrets.Elior took a step forward, feeling the weight of the moment settle on his shoulders. The trials had tested them, tearing through their doubts and weaknesses. And yet, this felt like the true threshold—the point of no return.Rael let out a slow breath. “So… this is it.”Myrra traced the shifting patterns on the door with her fingers. “The Final Seal lies beyond this,” she murmured. “We break it… and we change the world.”Bram crossed his arms. “No turning back now, is there?”Sienna stood slightly apart, her gaze fixed on the symbols. Elior had noticed her silence more and more lately, but now, her stillness unsettled him.“We need to be ready,” he said. “We don’t know what’s on the other side.”Sienna finally spoke, her voi
The Howling Throne Chapter 65: The Path of the Architect
The stone steps stretched endlessly before them, winding upward through the ruins in a spiral that seemed impossible in its vastness. The air was thinner here, charged with an unnatural energy that made the hairs on the back of Elior’s neck stand on end.As they climbed, the ruins around them seemed to shift, warping with each step. The sky above was no longer the deep blue of night, nor the pale glow of dawn, it was something else entirely, a swirling expanse of stars and golden light.“This place feels... wrong,” Rael muttered, glancing around. “Like it’s not part of our world.”“That’s because it isn’t,” Myrra said. She touched one of the stone walls, watching as her fingers passed through it like mist before solidifying again. “We’re somewhere in between.”“Between what?” Bram asked.Sienna, who had been silent for most of their ascent, finally spoke. “Between what was and what will be.”Elior glanced at her, noticing the way she kept her gaze fixed ahead, determined but distant.
The Howling Throne Chapter 64: The Trials of the Worthy
The air was thick with tension as Elior and his companions stood before the three doors. Each was adorned with shifting symbols, their patterns writhing like living things. The Architect loomed before them, their presence both commanding and ethereal, as if they existed beyond the confines of time itself.“The Trials of the Worthy will test more than your strength,” the Architect intoned, their voice reverberating in the vast emptiness. “They will weigh your purpose, your conviction, and the burdens you carry. Choose wisely, for only those who pass may proceed.”Rael ran a hand through his hair, his jaw set. “And what happens if we fail?”The Architect’s celestial mask tilted slightly. “You will not leave.”A heavy silence fell upon the group.Elior took a steady breath, staring at the doors. “There are three. Does that mean we each face them alone?”“No,” the Architect answered. “Each door presents a different trial. You may choose to enter as a group or face them separately, but kno
The Howling Throne Chapter 63: The Journey to the Celestial Ruins
The sun hung low in the sky as Elior and his companions made their way through the craggy hills leading toward the Celestial Ruins. The wind carried the scent of earth and distant rain, a stark contrast to the eerie stillness they knew awaited them beyond the horizon. They had been traveling for hours, their boots kicking up dust as they walked along the uneven path.Rael exhaled sharply. "I still don’t understand why the First King left such cryptic messages. If he wanted us to find the ruins, why not just say so?"Myrra, adjusting the strap of her satchel, glanced at him. "Maybe he wanted to make sure only the right people could reach it.""Or maybe he just enjoyed watching people struggle," Bram muttered. He wiped sweat from his brow. "Either way, I’d rather have a proper map than riddles."Sienna, who had been walking slightly ahead, came to a stop near a cluster of trees. "We need to gather supplies before we go any farther. There’s no telling what we’ll face inside the ruins, an
The Howling Throne Chapter 62: Echoes of a Broken World
Elior awoke with a gasp, the taste of lightning on his tongue. His chest ached, his head spun, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was still standing in that vast luminous space or if he had been thrown somewhere else entirely. The ground beneath him was solid, but cracked, ashen dust rose around him as he pushed himself upright.He wasn’t alone.Rael lay sprawled a few feet away, groaning as he sat up, rubbing his temples. Myrra’s fingers twitched, her breath shallow as she stirred. Sienna was the last to move, her dark hair spilling over her face as she slowly lifted her head.Elior’s heart pounded. They were back.But something was wrong.The city of Dawnfarc stretched out before them, but it was empty, silent. The streets that had once been teeming with life were barren. The air was thick with dust, and the sky…Elior’s breath caught.The sky was broken.One half blazed red, a sun frozen at the edge of dusk. The other was swallowed by darkness, the moon looming too large, sur
The Howling Throne Chapter 61: The Path
Light surged around Elior as he stepped forward, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. It wasn’t painful, nor was it warm or cold, it was simply there, wrapping around him, filling every space, stretching infinitely in all directions. The void had vanished, replaced by something greater, something older.His footsteps echoed on unseen ground, each step resonating through the vast expanse. Ahead of him, the First King waited, unmoving, his presence as unwavering as the stars themselves.“You have taken the first step,” the king said, his voice a deep hum within the luminous space. “But you have yet to understand the path you walk.”Elior squared his shoulders, determination hardening his stance. “Then tell me.”The First King’s gaze was unreadable, his expression carved from centuries of knowledge and sacrifice. “To rule is to bear the weight of all things. To shape the world is to accept its burdens, its flaws, its endless contradictions. What you seek is not a throne, not
