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Chapter 50 : The Shifting Veil

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last update Last Updated: 2025-03-30 04:47:52

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’
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