Chapter 51
The flames of prophecy had faded.
Now came the flames of choice.
Eliendara stood at the edge of the Ashing Vale, where sunlight never reached and fire dared not dance. Behind her, the capital whispered warnings. Ahead of her… silence.
But she wasn't searching for a battlefield.
She was searching for a kingdom that never surrendered.
The Fleshbound Kingdom had no throne.
No flag.
It was not ruled by law or by gods.
It was ruled by oaths.
Ancient promises whispered between hearts, bound not by magic—but by unbreakable will. It was the only realm Valtheron never touched.
Because flame could not devour what chose to live.
But finding it meant crossing into the Forgotten Horizon.
And that meant facing the road where even time refused to follow.
Kael tightened his gloves as he stepped beside her, eyes narrowed.
"You're sure this is where it begins?"
She nodded. "If the stories are right, this kingdom doesn't appear unless you remember who you were before you were broken."
He exhaled. "Then I hope it remembers me too."
They crossed the Vale in silence.
And the world twisted.
Day bled into night without stars. Mountains inverted. Rivers flowed in spirals. They saw memories—not their own—echo through the trees.
A child sobbing with no mouth.
A bride walking backward into fire.
A soldier hugging air where someone once stood.
The Vale wasn't a passage.
It was a test.
A place where who you were was pulled apart to see what remained.
Kael stumbled once. Then again.
His breath shortened. His eyes flickered.
"Kael?" Eliendara said, grabbing his arm.
He didn't answer.
Then—suddenly—he fell.
In his mind, he was there again.
The moment he lost his brother.
The battlefield with fire screaming and no one left but him.
He couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
He had carried that guilt for years—believing he had lived because he was weaker.
But now… something changed.
He saw his brother's face again—not full of pain.
But peace.
And a voice, not imagined:
"You lived because you were the one who would forgive."
Kael gasped.
And the Vale let him go.
Eliendara waited, her flame quiet but ready.
He rose, eyes clearer than they'd been in years.
"I remember now," he said. "I didn't fail. I endured."
The wind changed.
Ahead, the shadows parted—
Revealing a city made of living stone and pulsewood trees, glowing from within.
The Fleshbound Kingdom.
Its gates opened without a word.
Because it had been waiting for them.
Inside, people wore no armor, yet walked like warriors. Their hearts beat loud. Their eyes burned not with magic—but with memory.
A woman approached.
Her face was lined with time, her eyes full of knowing.
She looked at Eliendara.
Then at the crown.
And said:
"You carry flame the gods once feared."
She turned to Kael.
"And you carry the wound they never saw."
She stepped back, arms wide.
"Then welcome to the one place Valtheron cannot burn.Because we were never lit by gods to begin with."
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Within the Fleshbound Kingdom lies an ancient truth—A bloodbound rite that could turn hearts into flame.
But to use it…Eliendara must risk lighting Kael's soul.
And if it shatters—She will lose him forever.