Chapter 30: The First King’s Curse

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• The Howling Throne   Chapter 36: The Revenant King

  The First King rose from the throne.It wasn’t a natural movement.It was slow, deliberate—like something waking for the first time in centuries, something no longer entirely human. Shadows curled around his form, seeping from his blackened armor like living smoke. His skeletal fingers flexed at his sides, and when he lifted his head, his hollow gaze locked onto Elior.A chill ran down Elior’s spine.This was no ghost. No memory.The First King still existed.The air in Dawnfire shifted as if the entire city had taken a breath, waiting.Myrra whispered a curse under her breath, golden eyes wide with disbelief. "That’s… that’s not possible.”Rael tightened his grip on his sword. “You want to tell him that?”Sienna was silent, daggers at the ready, but Elior could feel the tension in her stance. Even she didn’t know what to do against this.The warriors who had attacked them moments ago knelt.Every single one of them dropped to one knee, heads bowed in reverence—or fear.Elior’s finger

• The Howling Throne   Chapter 34: Whispers of the Forgotten

  The journey to Dawnfire stretched endlessly before them, an unforgiving path through the remnants of a forgotten war. The land itself bore scars of a battle long past—trees gnarled and twisted as if frozen in agony, the earth cracked and lifeless in places where something unnatural had once seeped into its veins. The wind carried no song, only the distant echoes of voices lost to time.Elior felt the weight of those voices pressing against him, their whispers brushing the edges of his mind. He gritted his teeth, keeping his gaze locked ahead. He couldn’t afford distractions now.Not when Dawnfire was calling.They moved in silence, each step heavy with tension.Bram was the first to break it. “I don’t like this,” he muttered, shifting his axe from one hand to the other. “Everything about this place screams turn around.”Freya, ever watchful, kept her daggers close. “Then why don’t you?” she asked, her tone teasing but edged with something real.Bram scoffed. “Because I’m an idiot.”Si

• The Howling Throne   Chapter 33: The Road to Dawnfire

  Elior’s heart pounded as the Shadebound’s words echoed in his mind. You will either wield the Veil or be consumed by it.The weight of the Veilblade in his grip felt heavier than before, as if the sword itself recognized the truth in those words. The others stood in tense silence, their expressions shadowed with uncertainty.Sienna was the first to speak, her voice cutting through the thick air. “We need to move. Now.”Bram hesitated, his fingers tightening around his axe. “Move where? In case you missed it, Elior just got marked as the next harbinger of some ancient darkness. You really think we can just walk away from that?”Sienna’s eyes flashed. “Yes. Because if we stand here debating, the Veil might decide to finish what it started.”Rael muttered a curse under his breath but nodded in agreement. “She’s right. Whatever that thing was, it didn’t try to kill Elior—it tried to claim him. That means we still have a chance to break whatever this is before it’s too late.”Elior inhaled

• The Howling Throne   Chapter 33: The Road to Dawnfire

  Elior’s heart pounded as the Shadebound’s words echoed in his mind. You will either wield the Veil or be consumed by it.The weight of the Veilblade in his grip felt heavier than before, as if the sword itself recognized the truth in those words. The others stood in tense silence, their expressions shadowed with uncertainty.Sienna was the first to speak, her voice cutting through the thick air. “We need to move. Now.”Bram hesitated, his fingers tightening around his axe. “Move where? In case you missed it, Elior just got marked as the next harbinger of some ancient darkness. You really think we can just walk away from that?”Sienna’s eyes flashed. “Yes. Because if we stand here debating, the Veil might decide to finish what it started.”Rael muttered a curse under his breath but nodded in agreement. “She’s right. Whatever that thing was, it didn’t try to kill Elior—it tried to claim him. That means we still have a chance to break whatever this is before it’s too late.”Elior inhaled

• The Howling Throne   Chapter 125: The Last Dawn

  The morning was quiet.For the first time in centuries, the world stood untouched by magic. No whispers of power hummed in the air, no lingering remnants of the forces that had once shaped destiny. The battle had ended, but the silence it left behind felt heavier than war.Elior stood at the heart of the ruins, his sword planted in the shattered ground. The bodies of those who had fought and fallen lay scattered around him, the echoes of their final moments still fresh in his mind.Myrra, who had been with him since the beginning. Bram, whose laughter had once made the darkest nights bearable. Freya, who had returned only to be taken once more.And Sienna.The wind moved through the ruins, stirring the dust. It carried no magic, no voice of the gods—only the weight of what had been lost.A faint groan pulled Elior from his thoughts. He turned to find Velora slumped against a broken pillar, her face pale, her body barely holding on.He knelt beside her. "Velora."She opened her eyes, s

• The Howling Throne   Chapter 124: The Final Reckoning

  The sky above the ruins bled shadow and light, twisting in a chaos that defied reality. Where the veil had once held firm, now only a gaping wound remained, spilling its horrors into the world.Elior stood at the edge of the abyss, his sword trembling in his grasp, his breath ragged. Across from him, Sienna hovered above the cracked earth, her form wreathed in shifting darkness. Her golden eyes, once fierce with ambition, now pulsed with something else, something vast and unknowable.She had become its vessel.The force that had slumbered beyond the veil now coiled within her, filling the hollow spaces left by her lost magic, binding itself to her very soul. The entity did not speak in words, nor did it rage like the gods of old. It did not need to. It simply was, and it would remake the world in its image.A consuming will. An endless hunger.And Sienna had let it in."Elior," she said, her voice layered, as though more than one presence spoke through her. "You don’t have to fight me