Chapter 107
Veraxis stood.
Its shape was barely stable—a shifting outline of melted symbols and twitching shadow.
Every inch of its form rejected definition.
And yet... it existed.
Because Kael and Vaern refused to forget it.
The battlefield was no longer the village.
It was everything.
The sky warped above them.
The ground curled like scorched parchment.
Mountains in the distance melted into flatness, then rewrote themselves backward.
Reality bent around the presence of denial.
Kael's willfire crackled along his arms.
Each step he took etched flame into the very idea of earth.
"We fight now—not for survival…but so the world doesn't unlearn how to live."
Veraxis moved—without motion.One moment distant.The next, inside their thoughts.
Vaern screamed as a memory was ripped from his skull—his first taste of bread, gone in an instant.
"It's not just erasing the world," he growled."It's unraveling meaning."
Kael slammed a fist into the void.
His flame sparked blue-white, forming runes mid-air.
"Then we give it more meaning than it can hold."
He thrust his palm forward.
A burst of willfire surged—not burning Veraxis's body,but pinning it to the truth it tried to flee from:
You are real.
You are seen.
You are named.
Veraxis roared.
The sound bent time.
Eliendara collapsed behind them, her memories flickering—books she'd memorized vanishing from her mind page by page.
Vaern stepped forward, teeth clenched.
"You took my silence."
"You erased my place in history."
"But you can't erase what I became because of it."
His silver-black fire flared into a spear of memory.
And he threw it—straight through Veraxis's chest.
It staggered.
A chunk of its body didn't vanish.
It didn't melt.
It stayed.
Bound.
"It's working!" Eliendara gasped."Memories are anchoring it!"
Kael's eyes blazed.
He reached into the ground, pulled a strand of fig-root, and whispered into it:
"For the cradle.For the fire.For the boy who was never chosen."
He wrapped the root in flame—and drove it into Veraxis's shadow.
The world screamed—
And then,Veraxis bled.
Its shadow no longer undid the light.
Its presence no longer silenced thought.
It was wounded.
And it hated being real.
"You can't unmake what we remember," Kael said.
"And now you'll remember us—forever."
Veraxis collapsed to one knee.
The void inside it writhed.
Not with power.
With panic.
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Wounded and cornered, Veraxis lashes out with its final weapon—an unraveling of hope itself.
Kael and Vaern must anchor their reality through the only thing Veraxis cannot understand:
Connection.
Because in the end…even the void fears being alone.