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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 137
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THE SILVER LINING THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 137
But Ignatius was ahead of her now, narrowed eyes sweeping the field for danger. His body tensed, poised for what came next, but there was a flash of alarm in his eyes when he saw her look at him."What is it?" he asked sharply, his voice raspy with tension."Miyal," Krishna gasped, her voice raspy, laced with an odd combination of fear and desperation. "He's calling for aid. From the Citadel."Ignatius' eyes narrowed. "The Citadel?" His tone sank to a growl. "What the devil is he up to now?"Krishna turned to face him, her eyes dark with the weight of the choice ahead. She didn’t know, but she could feel it—the turning of the wheel, the breaking of the chains.“He’s involved in this,” she whispered, almost to herself. “This storm, this plague, it’s all connected. Miyal is the key.”Without further ado, Krishna charged ahead, her sword held high as she broke the charge. The beasts that surrounded them appeared to step back from her determination, but the tempest raged on, as if it had
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The roar of the earth cracking open under them was a cacophony of thunder, as if the land itself was tearing asunder. Krishna's heart thudded against her ribcage as the ground shook beneath her, the beasts rising in their inexorable wave. The storm above appeared to twist and crack in reaction to the enormous force that now rose from the depths of the earth.Vosvak.The shape of the creature was all but impossible to grasp hulking, grotesque, a twisted mass of muscle and darkness. Its eyes flared like molten gold, a searing glance that seemed to burn the very air itself as it trained upon the forms below. The world waited in silence.Krishna's blade trembled in her hand, and for an instant, a tide of uncertainty swept over her. Was there really any hope against this? How could they possibly resist something so vast, so inherently unnatural?But then she glanced about at the villagers, shaking and afraid, at Ignatius, whose face was a mask of cold determination above the terror boiling
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The gale screamed through the stone gates of the Citadel, and the ground shook with the distant rumblings of the fight happening in Brunschière. Miyal's gaze was on the door, his frame tense with expectation. The chains those accursed chains had at his flesh like a ceaseless wave, wearing away what little patience and control he still retained. But the time for patience was gone.His mind raged, weighed down with the burden of impending disaster. Vosvak was on his way, and Brunschière's pleas for help would be heard too soon. But what was to be done? What could they do? There were no roads to power available, no way he could proceed without being bound by his own constraints. But the shackles those shackles were the solution."If the Elders stand with us," Miyal whispered, his voice a bitter rasp that cracked in the tense air. "It'll be because we make them." He tightened his fists on the chains, his knuckles whitening with strain. "I'm not asking for their blessing anymore. I'm deman
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The idea tormented him, raged through him like fire. The chains that bound his wrists, the chains that had earlier represented his position as Luna, now represented a prison, a constant reminder of his defeat. Yet they were also a connection to something else, something greater.The black magic of the chains hummed with every beat of his heart, and the more he stood, the tighter they hung. He felt the call of Krishna's presence in the distance, the pull of their bond that had always been so unbreakable. But it was being weakened—no, the storm was gaining strength, and with it, the powers of Vosvak consumed the land, choking everything within reach."I can wait no longer," Miyal breathed, his words low, his voice rough with frustration. He faced Kaelen, his expression hard, set in firm determination.Kaelen did not respond quickly. The determination of his brother was tangible, a presence between them but invisible to the eye, but he knew better than to act in reckless haste. "The chai
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Miyal remained in the cold, dark room of the Citadel, the shroud of shadow still wrapped around his wrists, gnawing into his skin. The burden of them was not only physical but also mental—one of lingering threat, like a reminder of some inescapable darkness that would come for them all. His eyes wandered over to the open window, the far-off rumble of the storm speaking across the shattered panes of glass. The earth tremors had been occurring for hours, and every single one of them accelerated his heartbeat.The Elders had long since dropped their argument, their voices descending into a heavy, frightened silence. But thoughts of them were far from Miyal's mind. His own mind, always keen, was fixed on one thing. Krishna. The woman who had once been his Luna, his everything. She had battled with him, beside him, and yet now… now she was the one who stood at the heart of this tempest.The instant the tremors had started, Miyal had sensed a pull, a strange compulsion that tore at his hear
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Krishna's boots pounded against the cracked earth as she pushed forward, step driven by the relentless power of her will. The air was heavy with the acrid reek of smoke, blood, and something else something darker something that clung to the soul like a vice. The beast remained there, its form monstrous and looming, and her mind honed into a single purpose: she had to kill it.The incandescent explosion had created a crater in the middle of the street, ash and debris blowing about in the air. Villagers' and soldiers' bodies lay about, some still, others crying out in agony as they attempted to lift themselves up. Krishna did not pause to tend to their wounds. She could not. The monster towered above her, its serpent form tossing about as it geared itself to strike once more, its maw open, radiating the promise of death."Form the circle! To me!" she bellowed, her voice slicing through the anarchy like a sword.Some of the villagers, battered but resolute, gathered about her. They had n
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