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Chapter 194

Author: Victory.E
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 22:14:18

The Return of the Void

I barely slept after that dream. The image of crimson spreading through the river kept flashing in my mind—the pulse of it, slow and steady, like the heartbeat of something that shouldn’t exist.

When the morning came, the sky looked bruised. Thick gray clouds rolled over the horizon, heavy with the promise of a storm. The world felt… unsettled. Like it was holding its breath.

I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders and left my chamber. The temple corridors were quieter than usual. Even the air seemed to hum differently, as though the stones themselves remembered something ancient and dangerous.

Sylra was already waiting in the main hall, her expression grim. She’d lit the old sigil torches again—something she hadn’t done since before the ritual.

“You felt it too,” I said.

She nodded slowly. “The void’s echo. It brushed against the wards last night. The energy was faint, but familiar. It shouldn’t be possible.”

I hesitated. “What if it’s connected to him?
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