Chapter 74
The sky cracked open like glass dropped from the heavens.
The world Kael and Eliendara had just begun to understand—the one that could have been—shivered beneath a power far older than void or flame.
The First Name staggered back.
Its eyes wide.
Its voice… trembling.
"They were supposed to remain asleep."
Kael stood still, body half-lit by fire, half-reflecting the silver realm.
"Who are they?"
The First Name turned slowly, answering with a whisper:
"The Silent Pantheon."
A second fracture split the air, and from it spilled a presence—not a being, not a shape.
Just pressure.
Heavy enough to bend light.
Sharp enough to make thought bleed.
Eliendara dropped to one knee, clutching her head. Symbols from the silver world tried to shield her—failing.Her fire shrank inward, suffocating beneath weight that shouldn't even exist.
Kael moved instinctively, shielding her.
But even his flame dimmed.
From the sky's heart, something emerged.
Not a body.
A name.
A sound older than time.
A name never spoken because it was never allowed to exist.Even Caedros had never dared to utter it.
And now it rang out like a death knell:
"ᚲᛟᚾᚾᚨᚱ."
It echoed inside Kael's chest. Not his ears. Not his mind.
His soul.
The First Name turned pale.
"They're not here for the world.They're here for you."
Kael's knees buckled. He gasped.
Memories poured in—visions of the first sparks before gods, before form, before history.
And at the center of it all—
A sealed chamber.
A single flame.
A lock.
With his name carved on both the key and the door.
Eliendara crawled to him, grabbing his hand.
"You're still Kael," she whispered. "No matter what they say. You're still you."
His hand shook in hers.
Because part of him remembered…
He had chosen to be Kael.
But the flame inside him?
It had a different name.
And it was waking up.
The sky screamed. The air tore.
And from beyond it, more names spilled forth—
Each one older. Each one forbidden.
Each one tied to powers that had erased worlds simply to stay forgotten.
And every one of them was looking at him.
Kael stood up slowly.
The First Name whispered behind him:
"If you speak your true name, they will kneel.But you… will never be Kael again."
He looked at Eliendara.
And she whispered—
"Then don't say it.Remember why you chose this name instead."
He closed his eyes.
The pressure built.
The flame boiled.
And every god of silence waited…
Waited for him to break.
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Kael stands at the edge of divinity and identity.
If he speaks the name buried in his soul, the oldest gods will bow…
But Eliendara may lose him forever.
And deep inside the storm—a single heartbeat dares to ask:
What is a god… without a choice?