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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 121

Author: MIKS DELOSO
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The dawn came slow, bleeding pale silver through the ragged clouds. The fires in Brunschière’s square had dwindled into smoldering heaps, smoke curling upward like incense to the gods. But the people did not stir for rest. They waited. Their voices were hoarse from chanting, their throats raw, yet no one had left the square.

When the first rider appeared on the eastern road, armor dulled with ash and travel, all heads turned. His horse stumbled with exhaustion, flanks streaked with sweat and dirt. He nearly fell from the saddle before Father Ives rushed forward, steadying him.

The rider’s voice cracked, loud enough for all to hear:

“The Citadel has spoken.”

A hush fell.

He swallowed, lips trembling. “The Elders… they are divided.”

Murmurs surged through the crowd like wildfire. Mothers clutched their children closer, men exchanged grim glances.

“Divided?” one farmer shouted. “How can the Citadel be divided when the Alpha himself still breathes?”

Another voice, an old woman leaning on
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    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

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    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

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    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

  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 121

    The dawn came slow, bleeding pale silver through the ragged clouds. The fires in Brunschière’s square had dwindled into smoldering heaps, smoke curling upward like incense to the gods. But the people did not stir for rest. They waited. Their voices were hoarse from chanting, their throats raw, yet no one had left the square.When the first rider appeared on the eastern road, armor dulled with ash and travel, all heads turned. His horse stumbled with exhaustion, flanks streaked with sweat and dirt. He nearly fell from the saddle before Father Ives rushed forward, steadying him.The rider’s voice cracked, loud enough for all to hear:“The Citadel has spoken.”A hush fell.He swallowed, lips trembling. “The Elders… they are divided.”Murmurs surged through the crowd like wildfire. Mothers clutched their children closer, men exchanged grim glances.“Divided?” one farmer shouted. “How can the Citadel be divided when the Alpha himself still breathes?”Another voice, an old woman leaning on

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    The hall was thick with silence, as if the stones themselves strained to hear every syllable. And then one of the Elders broke it a gaunt-faced man with hollow cheeks, his eyes aglow with fear."You talk as if success is within your grasp," he spat, his tone cutting like the edge of a blade. "But we witnessed what Vosvak accomplished tonight. The wards warped, the ground fissured, and the Alpha's body continues to writhe in corruption. You refer to it as defiance." his hand trembled as he stabbed toward Miyal."I refer to it as denial!"Kaelen's teeth glinted, a snarl in his throat. "Watch your words.But Miyal held up a hand, stopping him. His eyes, smoldering pale but unyielding, fastened on the shaking Elder. "And what do you name surrender, then?"The Elder's mouth clenched. "Pragmatism. Survival. If the Alpha falls, then the Citadel falls with it. If we resist Vosvak, we will be burned to ashes. Better that we bow submit and live."Gasps spread among the others, but a few were not

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    Golden light blazed once more, incinerating Vosvak's whisper into nothingness.Miyal's chest strained as if he had ripped the heart out of a god. The chains branded his skin, smoke rising from his charred wrists. Still, he stood upright, shaking, his breathing harsh.In the emptiness around him, silence erupted. No whisper. No shadow. But only the ebbing whisper of the villagers' chant that still echoed in his marrow—Together. Together.Miyal shut his eyes, allowing rhythm to calm him. "You won't have me," he breathed, his voice low but unyielding. "You won't have them."The chamber walls trembled, cracks of the pale light creeping like veins over the black stone. For a moment, the Citadel itself appeared to shrink from him—as if the fortress recognized power not its own.Then—soft footsteps."Miyal!"Kaelen's own voice, tight but full of need, cut through the fog. The door burst open, and the younger fighter stumbled in, golden runes flashing along his arms where he had battled throu

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