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Chapter 227: Threads Of Fire

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-10 04:54:27

Elara

The sky is unraveling.

Not cracking—not breaking—unraveling, like someone tugged loose a single thread and now the whole tapestry of the heavens is spilling apart.

Light gushes through the seams, molten and merciless, painting the ashlands in colors that don’t belong to this world. Every surface turns to glass, then to shadow, then to nothing at all.

And through the breach, the hands come crawling.

Not hands, not really—too many joints, too many fingers, moving in ways that make my stomach twist. They drag themselves through the wound in the sky, and every time they grip the edge of the world, the ground quakes and screams.

One by one, they reach down.

For us.

For me.

Kael doesn’t flinch.

He stands there, bare feet sinking into the ash, his hair a black banner snapping in the wind, his eyes two burning blanks. The fire that clings to him pulses harder, spilling from his spine in jagged wings that twitch like broken glass.

The bond hums like a wire about to
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