Chapter 66
Peace had a strange sound.
No clashing steel.No burning skies.Just wind slipping through temple spires, and the distant hum of a market slowly rebuilding itself.
But beneath that quiet…
Something still stirred.
Kael walked the palace gardens barefoot, violet embers occasionally flaring under his feet. Not violently. Just a reminder.
He was still not whole.
He was not Caedros.
He was not just Kael.
He was something that didn't yet have a name.
And the world was still learning how to breathe around that truth.
Eliendara found him beneath the fig tree again, her arms full of scrolls and requests.
"All of them want your blessing," she muttered. "Treaties. Reconstruction. Festivals."
Kael raised an eyebrow. "You mean peace is… loud?"
She flopped down beside him. "Louder than war."
But then—
The wind shifted.
Cold.
Wrong.
Kael stood up slowly, eyes narrowing as the horizon shimmered like heat—except there was no sun above.
Eliendara followed his gaze.
"What is it?"
Kael whispered, "I don't know. But it's… calling something inside me."
That night, while the kingdom slept, a tear opened above the outer valley—small, silent, silver.
From within it came no monsters.
No flames.
Just a sound—like breath held too long.
And a whisper, not in any language spoken by mortals:
"You survived him.But will you survive what came before?"
Kael sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat.
He stared at his hands—now trembling.
Because something was rising.
And it wasn't a god.
It wasn't even a memory.
It was something older.
Something buried deep in the embers of every living soul.
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A new anomaly threatens the fragile peace,and Kael begins to unravel truths buried before flame itself.
But when answers lie beyond the edge of the known world,he and Eliendara must decide:
Face the unknown…Or let it come to them.