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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
最終更新日 : 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
最終更新日 : 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’
最終更新日 : 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
最終更新日 : 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
最終更新日 : 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
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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
最終更新日 : 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 125: The Last Dawn
The morning was quiet.For the first time in centuries, the world stood untouched by magic. No whispers of power hummed in the air, no lingering remnants of the forces that had once shaped destiny. The battle had ended, but the silence it left behind felt heavier than war.Elior stood at the heart of the ruins, his sword planted in the shattered ground. The bodies of those who had fought and fallen lay scattered around him, the echoes of their final moments still fresh in his mind.Myrra, who had been with him since the beginning. Bram, whose laughter had once made the darkest nights bearable. Freya, who had returned only to be taken once more.And Sienna.The wind moved through the ruins, stirring the dust. It carried no magic, no voice of the gods—only the weight of what had been lost.A faint groan pulled Elior from his thoughts. He turned to find Velora slumped against a broken pillar, her face pale, her body barely holding on.He knelt beside her. "Velora."She opened her eyes, s
The Howling Throne Chapter 124: The Final Reckoning
The sky above the ruins bled shadow and light, twisting in a chaos that defied reality. Where the veil had once held firm, now only a gaping wound remained, spilling its horrors into the world.Elior stood at the edge of the abyss, his sword trembling in his grasp, his breath ragged. Across from him, Sienna hovered above the cracked earth, her form wreathed in shifting darkness. Her golden eyes, once fierce with ambition, now pulsed with something else, something vast and unknowable.She had become its vessel.The force that had slumbered beyond the veil now coiled within her, filling the hollow spaces left by her lost magic, binding itself to her very soul. The entity did not speak in words, nor did it rage like the gods of old. It did not need to. It simply was, and it would remake the world in its image.A consuming will. An endless hunger.And Sienna had let it in."Elior," she said, her voice layered, as though more than one presence spoke through her. "You don’t have to fight me
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The moment Sienna’s fingers brushed against the unseen force, the world trembled. It was not a simple shift in the earth, not the groan of stone settling after centuries of silence—this was something else. A deep, resonating shudder rippled outward from the ruins, traveling through the bones of the world itself.Elior felt it as a pulse beneath his feet, a vibration in his chest that made his breath hitch. The air thickened, weighted with something ancient and wrong. The torches lining the ruined temple flickered violently, their flames bending toward Sienna as if drawn by an unseen tide."Sienna, stop!" Elior lunged forward, seizing her wrist and yanking her back. Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, her golden eyes wide with shock."I… I didn’t mean to.." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.The stone beneath them cracked. A fissure split through the floor, black mist hissing out like breath from a slumbering beast. The world itself seemed to recoil, and then—A shoc
The Howling Throne Chapter 122: The Unseen Threshold
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
The Howling Throne Chapter 121: The Stirring Dark
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
The Howling Throne Chapter 120: The Awakening Veil
The first signs of unraveling came in silence.Not the quiet of peace, but an unnatural stillness, a void where the hum of magic should have been.Elior felt it first as they rode through the city, making their way back to the palace. The air itself seemed thinner, as if the breath of the world had been stolen. He glanced toward Myrra, who clutched the remnants of the First King’s records in her hands, her expression tense.The streets were shifting. The capital, usually filled with merchants, performers, and spellcasters weaving their craft, had grown eerily subdued. Those who once relied on magic to shape their daily lives, the street magicians conjuring flames, the scribes who penned glowing runes, now stood idle, their gifts failing them.And then there was the whispering.It came in the wind, barely discernible, like voices speaking in forgotten tongues. Elior stiffened as a cold breath swept past his ear, the words twisting in ways his mind could not fully grasp."It is waking…"
The Howling Throne Chapter 119: Echoes of the Hollow Age
The capital was unraveling.Elior had known it from the moment they passed through the gates.The sky hung heavy and gray, as if the heavens themselves hesitated to move forward into a new day. The streets, once bustling with life, were thick with uneasy silence, broken only by hurried whispers and the occasional sharp cry of panic. Mages clustered in groups, their robes in disarray, their hands twitching as they attempted and failed to summon even the simplest of spells. Merchants and nobles alike watched with growing dread, their power, both political and literal, slipping through their fingers like sand.Magic was fading. And the world did not know how to survive without it.Rael strode ahead of the group, his expression unreadable, but Elior could see the tension in his shoulders. He was returning not as a warrior, not as a wandering hunter, but as the late king’s son, one who would have to answer for the chaos left in their wake.The palace loomed before them, its towers once gle
The Howling Throne Chapter 118: A Fractured Dawn
The battle was over.But dawn did not break with celebration.A pale light stretched across the sky, hesitant and thin, casting its glow over a ruined battlefield that still reeked of celestial fire and scorched stone. The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage.Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep.Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.She exhaled sharply, gripping the pages. “The seal worked.” A tremor ran through her voice. “But something....
The Howling Throne Chapter 117: Ashes of the Divine
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
