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CHAPTER116- ASHES THAT SPEAK.
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THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER120- THE FIRE THAT WASN'T CHOSEN.
The question did not echo. It sank—low, buried deep into the marrow of the Spiral. “Who gave you that name?” The weight of it wasn’t in the words, but in the stillness that followed. The Spiral, which had consumed gods and memory alike, now paused—not in reverence, but in recoil. Elthara felt its unease settle into her bones like frost before a storm.She stared at the fire in her hands. It no longer danced. It listened. The violet-gold threads curled tightly, hovering just above her palms, as if awaiting instruction from something higher than even the Spiral. Around her, ash stopped falling. The chamber stilled, the gate’s crack held in stasis, and even her twin dared not move. It was as if the Spiral itself didn’t want to breathe too loudly.The Silence After Flame had frozen, not in fear, but in recognition. Her posture wasn’t defensive—it was reverent, unwilling. “That name wasn’t born in fire,” she whispered, stepping back. “It wasn’t even born in choice. That name came before.”
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER119- THE NAME BEFORE FLAME.
Elthara staggered, her breath caught between worlds. The Spiral’s question echoed deeper than thought, reverberating through the marrow of her identity. Is that still the name you choose? Not a challenge, not even a test—only a truth being weighed.Her knees touched the ash, the ground pulsing like a dying heart beneath her. Around her, time convulsed. The chamber twisted—once a throne room, now a wound. Columns collapsed inward, reformed as memories. Trees from her childhood. The face of her mother when she’d first learned fire. Her twin’s shadow when he’d chosen rage over silence. All of it spun together, pressing inward like hands upon her soul.The woman before her—the Silence After Flame—tilted her head slightly, that gentle mockery still curling her lips. “You think choosing a name is power,” she said. “But it was always a prison. You named yourself fire to survive the void. But fire is still reaction. Still pain. Still fleeing.”Elthara clenched her jaw, but the Spiral writhed.
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER118- THE GATE THAT WASN'T MEANT.
The Spiral pulsed once beneath Elthara’s feet—an ancient breath drawn in, not through lungs, but through memory itself. Fire coiled around her legs like waiting serpents, neither hostile nor welcoming. The throne of ash behind her remained empty, though its presence whispered of choices long sealed in stone. Her twin stood beside her, silent now, his eyes reflecting a flame that no longer burned only for vengeance.The chamber cracked again—not from within, but above. A gash split through the ceilingless sky, not like lightning, but like thought tearing through time. From the wound spilled not light, but darkness in the shape of recollection—fractured scenes, failed timelines, faces warped by grief. Elthara stepped closer to her twin, her voice quiet. “Another gate. But not one I opened.”He looked up, frowning, the fire within his chest dimming slightly. “No. This gate wasn’t born of choice. It was forced.” His breath hitched, the realization dawning slowly. “Someone outside the Spir
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER117- THE FLAME THAT CHOOSES.
The Spiral’s voice dissolved into silence, yet its question echoed through the hollow of her bones. Elthara stood trembling in the firelight, two flames circling her chest like twin serpents. The chamber no longer felt like stone—it felt like memory turned solid, expectation made ash. Her fingers clenched around the remains of the locket, warm as a heartbeat.“I don’t know the price,” she whispered, eyes locked on the throne. “But I know the cost of forgetting. And I’m done paying in pieces.”The throne of ash stirred. The doppelgänger tilted her head, fire reflecting in her hollow eyes. “You would risk unraveling what little remains of you—for him?”Elthara’s gaze slid to her twin. His expression was calm, but his eyes… they shimmered with a sorrow that made her breath catch. “Not for him,” she said. “For me. For what I ran from.”The violet flame licked up her arm, singing nothing. The golden flame curled around her throat, whispering names she had buried. Every step forward felt li
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER116- ASHES THAT SPEAK.
The flame roared between them, no longer a mere boundary but a voice in its own right. It whispered of choices unmade, of lives diverged in a single breath. Elthara stood trembling, torn between reaching for the boy she had once sealed and backing away from the truth burning in his eyes. The air rippled, hot with possibility, ash stirring with the memories they had both tried to bury. Around them, the Spiral tightened its breath, and the world waited.“I should’ve remembered you,” Elthara murmured, her voice hoarse with smoke and sorrow. “All these years, I thought I carried the fire alone. But I was only the echo of what we were meant to be.” Her hands trembled, and the locket in her palm flared, casting twin shadows on the wall behind her. One moved when she did. The other did not. The boy—the flame-forged twin—watched her without accusation, only aching understanding.He stepped forward again, embers scattering in his wake. “You weren’t meant to carry it alone. The locket was never
THE ALPHA'S LAST CHOICE CHAPTER115- INHERITANCE OF FIRE.
The spiral staircase yawned open beneath Elthara’s feet, carved from obsidian veins and molten light. With every step, the stone pulsed, carrying whispers from lifetimes buried too deep for ordinary minds to hold. Her locket swung like a pendulum at her chest, counting down something she could not yet name. The air grew hotter, but the flame didn’t burn—it recognized her.Behind her, the Gate sealed with a thunderous hush, as though the world exhaled one final denial. Dareth was gone. So was her twin. So was Calem. Only the weight of her truth remained, curling beneath her ribs like a sleeping beast. The staircase narrowed the deeper she went, forcing her shoulders to draw in. Flame licked the walls like it had a memory of her skin.The first vision struck like lightning. A room made of gold ash. A cradle. Her mother bent over it, whispering, “One will carry the burden, one will carry the flame.” She remembered the heat of her sister beside her—how they were born locked in embrace, th
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