Chapter 106
The scream was not heard.
It was felt.
Every stone cracked.
Every tree bent.
Every living thing paused—hearts faltering for half a breath, as if the world itself had been stabbed through the soul.
Because now...
Veraxis had a name.
And names are prisons to things that thrived on absence.
Beneath the mountain, in the hollow where gods dared not tread,Veraxis writhed.
Its form—once formless—began to splinter.
Not flesh. Not bone.
But possibility.
Every forgotten path it consumedEvery history it erasedEvery child, every fire, every god it unmade—
They screamed back.
Kael fell to one knee, clutching his chest.
Not from pain.
But because the weight of everything lost had just come crashing down at once.
"It remembers... all at once."
Vaern gritted his teeth, sweat lining his brow.
"That's not a scream.That's its denial."
Eliendara raised her staff, eyes wide with horror.
"It's trying to tear its name apart.To unname itself!"
The sky split open—not from above, but from within.
A gaping rift opened midair above the fig tree, revealing a void darker than night, swallowing the clouds.
And inside that darkness—
Veraxis reached out.
Not with claws.
But with forgetting.
The edge of the world began to erase.
A mountain vanished.
Then a forest.
Then a memory—one of Eliendara's childhood—suddenly gone from her mind like it had never happened.
Kael roared.
His willfire surged, burning back the edge of oblivion.
"You wanted silence?!"
"You wanted to be nothing?!"
"Then hear this—I CHOOSE TO REMEMBER YOU!"
The fire bent around him, blazing white.
Vaern joined him, silver-black weaving in.
And together—
They burned the name again.
Louder.
Harder.
Carving it into the sky.
"VERAXIS!"
The void howled.
The fig tree cracked—bleeding golden sap.
The world rocked as space bent inward…
But it held.
The scream faded.
Not because it ended.
But because it had nowhere left to run.
Veraxis collapsed inward, forced into shape, into memory, into being.
It stood now—humanoid in outline, but made of churning shadow and broken flame.
Its voice was jagged glass.
"You… made me real."
Kael stood tall.
"Now face the fire."
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With Veraxis forced into form, the final confrontation begins.
Kael and Vaern, wielding willfire, face a being of pure undoing.
But this is no battle of power—it's a war of meaning.
Because if Veraxis can unmake belief itself…
then the only way to win is to burn louder than doubt.