Title: Crimson Thrones: Volume 139 – The Unforgotten Rise
By Sabbir Ahmed
Veyrath breathed a new kind of life. The Crimson Throne remained, but it no longer ruled alone. Across the kingdom, children of the Unforgotten—those born with memory intact from birth—began to emerge. They remembered history before it was rewritten, betrayals that had long been hidden, and the sacrifices of those who had endured the Final Convergence.
Seraphine watched them carefully, her rule tempered by wisdom and humility. Kaelen, ever by her side, now carried memories shared across the realm but no longer alone in their burden. Together, they guided a kingdom learning to wield memory as both shield and sword.
Yet not all welcomed this awakening.
A faction calling themselves the Shrouded Veil emerged in secret. They rejected the Unforgotten, claiming that the past should remain buried to prevent chaos. Their influence spread quietly, weaving into politics, trade, and even the Ashbound's oversight.
The child—the first bearer of continuity—now fully matured, stood as the silent sentinel. No throne bore their name. No court bent to their will. Yet they moved through Veyrath like a living compass, observing, correcting, and subtly guiding those whose memories could shape the fate of kingdoms.
When a young Unforgotten girl discovered a hidden convergence deep beneath the eastern mountains—a reality folded in on itself, echoing with old magic—Seraphine and Kaelen realized the fragile peace was under threat. This convergence could either unite the new generation or unravel everything they had rebuilt.
Kaelen placed a hand on Seraphine's shoulder. "The future is ours to guide… or to fail."
She nodded, eyes fierce. "Then we teach them what we learned: that memory is power, but love and choice are what make it worth wielding."
Above the palace, the stars seemed to shift—reminding the rulers that Veyrath was no longer just a kingdom. It was a living testament to continuity, resilience, and the unbroken bond between past and future.
And somewhere beyond sight, the Shrouded Veil watched, patient and silent, waiting for the first misstep.