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Chapter 82: The Echo of Chains
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The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 83: The Weight of Chains
The chamber lay in ruins, dust swirling in the fading glow of dying magic. Rael stood at the altar, his breathing uneven, the ancient blade still clutched in his grip. The others watched him cautiously, their weapons still drawn, their eyes filled with questions.Elior broke the silence. โAre you alright?โRael exhaled slowly, lowering the blade. โIโm not sure.โ He looked down at the sword in his hand, its steel dark with age yet humming with something ancient, something expectant. โThis swordโฆ it broke the chains, but it carries a weight I donโt understand.โMyrra stepped closer, her gaze flitting between the weapon and the ruined altar. โThose chains werenโt just physical. They were binding something. Maybe something beyond even the throne.โBram let out a low grunt, resting his axe against his shoulder. โGreat. More ancient doom. Just once, Iโd like to break a curse without inviting something worse.โEliorโs expression remained tense. โWe need to move. That seal wasnโt meant to be
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 84: The Fractured Seal
A pulse of crimson light beat through the chamber like a second heart, casting long, flickering shadows across the ancient stone. The whispers grew louder, weaving together in an eerie, wordless chorus that scraped against the edges of Raelโs mind. The sword in his grip grew heavier, its hilt biting into his palm as if urging him to act.โMove!โ Elior shouted.The tremor beneath them intensified, the ground quaking as deep fissures cracked through the stone. Myrra stumbled but caught herself against an obelisk, its smooth surface now warm beneath her fingertips. Bram planted his feet wide, his axe drawn and ready.Rael tore his gaze away from the pulsing glow and forced himself to think. They were trapped in an underground ruin, standing at the threshold of something ancient and terrible. The First Kingโs words echoed in his mind.The throne is but a cage, the crown its lock.What had they just done?Before he could dwell on it, the far end of the chamber erupted in a storm of shatter
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 85: Echoes of the Unseen
The air still crackled with the remnants of power, an unseen pressure lingering in Raelโs chest. The crimson glow had vanished, swallowed by the ruin, but the wrongness in the stars remained. Every familiar constellation had been stretched, twisted, as if the sky itself had shifted in response to what they had done.Rael forced himself to breathe. They needed to move.Elior was already stepping ahead, his posture tense, his grip firm on his sword. Myrra rubbed her temples, still reeling from the whispers that had nearly overwhelmed her. Bram, ever steady, adjusted his axe at his back and exhaled sharply."Letโs not stand here waiting for another ancient nightmare to show up," Bram muttered. "That place already spat out one monster. Who knows what else is down there?"Rael tightened his grip on the book, the weight of it more oppressive than before. The First Kingโs words echoed in his mind. The throne does not grant power. It takes. It feeds. It is a door.A door to what?He looked at
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 86: The City That Wasnโt
The ruins loomed ahead, their jagged silhouettes rising against the shifting sky. Even from a distance, Rael could feel something wrong about the place. The air shimmered faintly, bending light in unnatural ways, as if the city werenโt entirely real, half-formed, caught between existence and something else.They moved cautiously, weapons in hand, their footsteps quiet on the grass. No birds sang. No wind stirred. The silence was oppressive, wrapping around them like a held breath.Bram was the first to break it. "We sure we wanna do this?"Elior didnโt stop walking. "We donโt have a choice."Myrra exhaled sharply. "We always have a choice. We could turn around, pretend we never saw this place, and live slightly longer lives."Rael barely heard them. His eyes were locked on the ruined city, on the way the buildings seemed to pulse, almost breathe. Something wasnโt right.When they reached the outskirts, the ground beneath their feet changed. The grass gave way to smooth, blackened ston
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 87: The Hollow Crown
The wind had not returned.Even with the ruins gone, silence clung to the valley like a curse, pressing against Raelโs ears, making every breath feel stolen. He stood at the edge of the vanished city, staring at the empty land where impossible towers had stood only moments ago.No dust. No rubble.Nothing remained but the scar in the sky.Myrra crossed her arms, gaze locked upward. "Tell me Iโm not the only one seeing that.""Youโre not," Elior murmured. His knuckles were white around his sword hilt. "And thatโs what worries me."Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed.The throne is no longer sealed.The sky will bear its wound.And the Hollow Crown waits.Raelโs pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.Myr
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 88: The Shadows Beneath
The path through the mountains was treacherous, the air growing colder with every step. Jagged peaks loomed above, their blackened stone swallowing what little moonlight reached them. The trail wound through sheer cliffs, narrowing into a twisting canyon where the wind barely whispered.It was here that Bram first noticed something was wrong.โThe groundโs shifting,โ he muttered, glancing behind them.Rael followed his gaze. Their footprints,deep in the dust and gravel just moments before, were fading. Not from wind or weather. They simplyโฆ vanished.โThis place doesnโt want to remember us,โ Myrra whispered.Ahead, Elior stopped and scanned their surroundings. The oppressive silence had settled too thickly now, making even their breaths sound distant.โWe keep moving,โ he said, voice low but firm.Rael adjusted his grip on the book, its ancient pages warm against his palm. The words inside had changed before, reacting to their journey. What if the Hollow Crown had already begun to see
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 89: The Hollow Choice
The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips.Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed Oneโs wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.โThe Hollow Crown knows you.โ The words echoed in his skull, lingering like a curse.Elior turned to Vame, his grip firm on his sword. โYou said the Crown consumes. What happens if we step through that arch?โVameโs hooded face remained unreadable, but there was something grim in their voice. โBeyond that gate lies the threshold of the Hollow Crownโs domain. The echoes you fought before were only memories. What waits
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๋ฐ์ดํธ : 2025-04-04The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 90: The Chosen
Darkness clung to the edges of Raelโs vision, seeping into his thoughts like ink spilled across a fragile page. His breath was ragged, uneven, the weight of the Hollow Crownโs judgment pressing against his chest. He turned his gaze to Vame, their expression unreadable, their hollowed eyes reflecting nothing but the abyss that had swallowed them whole moments before.Elior took a cautious step forward, his grip tightening around his sword. โVame,โ he said, voice low, measured. โWhat did you remember?โFor a long moment, Vame said nothing. Then, slowly, they tilted their head, their fingers curling slightly at their sides. โEverything.โThe word was a whisper, yet it struck like a hammer against stone. The air around them trembled. The unseen whispers that had plagued them since entering the Hollow Crownโs domain surged in response, their fragmented voices rising in a cacophony of sound before dissolving into a chilling silence.Bram exhaled sharply, shifting his stance. โNot ominous at
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The Howling Throneย ย ย 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 godsโonly 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 Throneย ย ย 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 donโt have to fight me
The Howling Throneย ย ย Chapter 123: The Breaking Veil
The moment Siennaโs 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 silenceโthis 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."Iโฆ I didnโt 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 thenโA shoc
The Howling Throneย ย ย 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 Throneย ย ย 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.โWe need action,โ a noble snapped, his voice edged with panic. โIf magic is failing, we must restore itโby any means necessary.โโAnd how do you propose we do that?โ another countered. โRituals? Blood sacrifices? We do not even know what is causing the unraveling.โRael stood at the center of the storm, jaw clenched as he faced the gathered lords and scholars. โI understand your fear,โ he said, voice steady despite the chaos. โBut we will not turn to desperation. We need answers, not reckless
The Howling Throneย ย ย 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 Kingโs 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 wakingโฆ"
The Howling Throneย ย ย 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 kingโs 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 Throneย ย ย 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 elseโs, he wasnโt 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 Kingโs records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.She exhaled sharply, gripping the pages. โThe seal worked.โ A tremor ran through her voice. โBut something....
The Howling Throneย ย ย 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 godโs 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
