Chapter 63
The world trembled as they crossed the final threshold.
The edge of the realm wasn't land—it was memory.Fragments of broken timelines and forgotten futures shimmered like ghosts.
And in the center of it all…
Valtheron.
Wreathed in roiling blackfire, his form ever-changing, his eyes like shattered mirrors.
He smiled at them—not cruelly, but like a teacher waiting for his brightest student to fail.
"So this is how you choose to die."
Caedros raised his hand, and the violet flame burst to life, roaring across the sky.
Valtheron met it with a wall of oblivion—pure void, silent and eternal.
Flame and emptiness crashed.
The world split.
Eliendara flung her own fire outward, shielding the souls behind them. Her body screamed from the strain—but her will did not falter.
This wasn't just power versus power.
It was love against legacy.
Caedros surged forward—punching through the void, dragging ancient runes from the air like forgotten weapons.
Valtheron deflected each blow, laughing through the storm.
"You were never meant to exist again, Caedros.And she—" he pointed at Eliendara— "was never meant to choose you."
Caedros flinched.
The fire around him sputtered.
Because Valtheron wasn't lying.
Memories flooded him—not just his, but Kael's.
The boy who loved quiet mornings. The man who took blame that wasn't his. The one who stood beside Eliendara not because of fate…but because of choice.
And suddenly—Caedros hesitated.
For the first time in the fight, he lowered his flame.
Valtheron moved to strike—
But Eliendara stepped between them.
Flames erupted from her crown, surging past limits she had never touched before.Not just gold.
White.
The color of memory. Of truth.
She held the glowing shard from the Mirror of Flame in her hand—the last fragment of who Kael was.
"I remember him," she said to Valtheron.
"Every scar. Every promise. Every reason he chose not to become you."
She pressed the shard into Caedros's chest.
And whispered—
"Come back to me."
The violet fire dimmed.
The white fire rose.
And Kael screamed.
Within him, Caedros fought himself.
The god and the boy collided in one body, one soul.
And for a breathless moment, everything stood still.
Then—The fire shattered.
And standing in the ash was neither Caedros…
Nor Kael.
But both.
Eyes steady.
Flame quiet.
Will unbreakable.
"I remember who I was…And who I want to be."
Valtheron stepped back. His laughter cracked.
"No…"
But it was too late.
Kael raised both hands.
One glowing violet.
One burning gold.
And with a voice that echoed both god and man—
"Burn."
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