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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 117

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-28 20:13:52

The torches flickered in the great hall of Brunschière, casting sharp shadows on the walls of stone. It was filled with the odor of burned incense and sweat, dragged inside with the mages who had struggled to maintain the ward all night long.

The long oak table in the center of the chamber was already filled: city elders, guild captains, scholars, and war-leaders, their faces etched with lines of worry and exhaustion.

At the front sat Ignatius, his black hair still wet with blood and sweat from the wall. Next to him, Krishna clung wearily to the carved arm of her chair, her silver eyes still weakly shining, though clouded with fatigue. Her very presence made the council hush: to some, she was a savior; to others, a stranger too near the moon.

The whispers dissolved into loud voices almost immediately.

“The ward nearly failed!” Elder Marrick barked, slamming a palm onto the table. His beard bristled with rage. “We were a heartbeat away from annihilation, and we’re expected to trust tha
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    The words hung in the room, adhering to the worn stone like the lingering resonance of a bell. Outside, the shudders grew deep, rumbling, as if the Citadel itself gasped in effort. Dust drifted down from the vaulted ceiling, coating the crevices between the runes that still glowed with faint ward-light.Miyal remained upright even as the gashes on his chest and the chains sinking deeper as if to push his will to its limits. Every link pulsed with a soft, wavering light, half-gold and half-shadow, a contradiction of strength that the Elders could not tolerate for more than a moment.Kaelen leaned his hands on the stone table, speaking softly but critically. "The wards are trembling once more. You can sense it. Vosvak applies more pressure by the hour. He is aware the people protest. He will not stop until one of them crumbles."The youngest Elder, the ash-braided female, nodded, her knuckles strained as she gripped her staff. "The people have already made their choice. They march, they

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 126

    The fearsome beast emerged from the ground with a thunderous cry, its shape enormous and serpentine, its scales glinting with an iridescent, obsidian sheen. It loomed over the villagers, its golden eyes blazing like molten lava, their gaze locked on Krishna as if it understood precisely who ruled the hearts of the defenders. Its form coiled and twisted in mid-air, arcing with black energy, as it spat in a tongue no mortal ear could comprehend.The earth under Krishna's feet shook as the form of the beast started to completely manifest itself out of the tear in the ground. It appeared to stretch towards the very heavens, its scales shining like pieces of shattered darkness, and its mouth opened wide in a silent, awful scream that shook the air. The villagers, who had been rallying with their spirits renewed, stumbled, eyes wide with terror.Krishna froze, her hand clenching around the hilt of her sword. She sensed the behemoth's tremendous power a power so much greater than anything th

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 125

    The air rippled with an unnatural chill as the first wave of Vosvak’s forces descended. Massive shapes, cloaked in shifting shadows, lumbered across the horizon. Their bodies were like twisted amalgamations of creatures both familiar and foreign, a grotesque blend of beasts and nightmare. Eyes that gleamed like molten fire and claws that could rend stone tore through the darkened landscape, heading straight for the wards that protected the village.Krishna’s heart thundered in her chest, but her voice remained calm as the villagers stood shoulder to shoulder, bracing for the oncoming storm.“Hold the line!” she bellowed, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. “Don’t let them pass! Remember what we fight for!”The villagers took up their weapons with grim determination swords, spears, bows, and makeshift clubs. Each person was part of a larger force now. This was not a battle between armies; this was a struggle for their very existence.“Ignatius!” Krishna turned to him, eyes f

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 124

    Brunschière – The Eastern WallThe sun set in the evening, burning the sky, but the air was chill. It was a false calm. Every villager, every soldier, stood at attention, eyes fixed on the horizon. The smoke of burning torches curled lazily in the dying light, but beneath that calm, tension rippled like the unspoken threat of war.Krishna paced along the stone wall, her hands clasped tightly behind her. She had seen the signs — the unnatural quiet in the air, the way the winds had shifted, the subtle tug of her heart that warned her something was coming."Do you feel it?" Ignatius's voice cut through the stillness. He stepped beside her, looking out toward the far-off shadow of the Citadel."I feel it," Krishna murmured, her silver eyes narrowed. "Vosvak is testing us."The ground beneath them trembled lightly, a mere whisper of a quake, but the villagers were already on edge, shifting nervously. A distant growl rumbled, like the earth itself was trying to shake off some invisible wei

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 123

    Brunschière – The Training GroundMorning sun filtered through the fog, pale gold on smoke-tinged clouds. The villagers had congregated once more in the open square, but it was not to sing.Krishna stood at the center, silver light still tenuous in her eyes, her cloak wet with dew. She stood before men and women who had been farmers, masons, cloth-dyers once. Children sat on rooftops and barrels, eyes wide, holding sticks as swords.Ignatius shouted out, sharp and commanding. "You've sung your faith. Now you'll fight with it. Steel, bow, staff whatever you carry, it has to be more than wood in your hands. It has to be a wall."One boy only a little older than twelve held up a cracked wooden spear. "What if it breaks?"Ignatius grabbed the spear from him and banged it solidly against the stone floor. The shaft broke. He threw the two halves away. "Then you battle with the pieces. A shattered weapon is still keener than your bones."The crowd murmured. Dread and awe were knotted in the

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 122

    The Citadel – Morning AfterThe Citadel never slept at all, but that morning its quiet was thick, strangulated. The dawn light could hardly seep through the high windows of the Council Hall, dull and feeble against stone. Elders convened in their ring, their voices barely above breath, shrouded not just in robes but in fear.Chains rattled in the distance, faint but irrevocable, like the pulsing heartbeat of the fortress.In the room outside, Miyal slumped against the rock, the Golden Chains lingering faintly on his wrists and chest. His skin was a battle ground veins burned black in spots, light searing through others but his eyes were open, bloodshot and wild.Kaelen knelt next to him, applying a damp cloth to the Alpha's shoulder where the chains had hurt most. "You need to rest," he said softly.Miyal let out a harsh laugh. "Rest? While Vosvak is eating through my marrow? While the Elders are suffocating on their own terror?" He slumped back against the wall. "No. Not today."Kael

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