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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 170

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-16 21:19:02

The air was changed now purified, thinner, nearly holy. Each breath held the smell of rain and ash and something fresh growing underneath it all. The light penetrated where darkness had long held sway, slipping through crevices, awakening the land.

Krishna stood in the doorway of the ancient outpost, the edge of her cloak dancing in the morning breeze. Miyal slept soundly behind her for the first time in what seemed like centuries, the soft shimmer beneath his skin fading to a gentle glow. Kaed and Ignatius lay asleep, their faces smoothed by exhaustion and the tentative comfort of survival.

She inclined her face toward the rising sun. It no longer burned it warmed.

A stillness fell on the valley, the sort that comes after a battle long waged and at last won. Even the wind appeared to heed, bearing whispers over the grass, distant whispers of the lost song of the Citadel.

Krishna closed her eyes, sensing the beat of the world in the soles of her bare feet. The same beat that had once
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  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 177

    The river shone like liquid glass, its current heavy and sluggish beneath the bruised dawn. The wind blew the smell of rain and smoke across the plains hues of a battle the world hadn't quite forgotten. The Living City throbbed dully in the distance, its heartbeat echoing beneath the earth, faint but insistent. It heard everything.Ignatius stood on the water's edge, alone, his reflection shattered by the ripples. He was a man sculpted out of wreckage shoulders tense, fists bunched, jaw locked in the sort of silence that demanded something to shatter.Footsteps. Deliberate, slow. Miyal's shadow crossed the slick stones before his voice trailed after, cool and cautious."I know what you've done for her," Miyal started. "The battles, the wounds, the years of bearing her name while she was away. But I love her, Ignatius. And I promise you—I will not hurt her again. I'll let her go. She needs to be happy. And she chose me."Ignatius didn't turn right away. The words fell like stones into

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    The plains were thick with rain when Miyal discovered him.Sky was bruised silver and air still shivered faintly with the memory of the storm Ignatius had created. Living City's heartbeat now soft, organic, almost human thrashed beneath the drenched soil, slower but alive.Ignatius stood alone beside the ridge, his cloak wet and rent, looking out over the new horizon. The rain had stopped, but mist hung everywhere, making the world a watercolor painting of ash and light.Miyal halted a few paces behind him, the mud sucking at his boots. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Only the wind, sweeping across the coarse grass, had the temerity to whisper between them."I thought you'd returned," Ignatius said at last, without moving. His voice was low but tinged, like a knife that had lost its edge."I did," Miyal replied. "But I had something I needed to tell you."Ignatius released a shallow breath. "To tell me to desist? To warn me away from her once more?"Miyal moved forward, his gaz

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    The rain arrived slowly, as if the world didn't know how to mourn correctly.It dropped in reluctant silver ribbons, soft initially, then heavy enough to blur the horizon. Ignatius strode through it hoodless, armorless, even nameless now. His boots slogged through the wet grass, every step leaving a trail of ripples of light the reverberation of the Living City's beat still attached to him.He had assumed going away would silence it.He had hoped distance would numb the pain. But even here, beyond the plains and the shining veins of the new city, the world still lived with him. The wind quivered when he did. The rain clotted when his throat constricted. The storm had familiarized itself with his beat.He rested upon a rocky ridge looking out over a shallow lake the same lake once a crater of burning destruction. Now it reflected the sky with absolute perfection, no separation between heaven and earth. He gazed into the reflection. The fellow looking back wasn't the same who'd battled

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    The sun was dipping over the Living City a gory horizon of gold and purple.Air trembled lightly, the dying rays of light rippling across the glassy petals that smothered the plains. Each breath of wind bore color, sound, sensation. When the settlers laughed, flowers blushed pink; when they wept, they turned gray.Tonight, sky was bruised the sort of purple that preceded storms.Ignatius walked alone through the winding paths between the growing walls. They pulsed softly under his boots, alive, breathing with the rhythm of the city. Every few steps, he could hear the hum the world's pulse like a distant heartbeat echoing in the soles of his feet.But tonight it didn't sound like life.It sounded like sorrow.He saw them before they saw him.Krishna sat on the rim of the new lake, cloak spreading out behind her like wings of shadow and light. The water shone silver in the fading sun, and beside her, Miyal knelt half human, half glow. His skin shone with a soft luminescence, every mov

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    At sunrise, the plains flowered.It began as a gleam a light, soft, rolling like breath over the valley. And then the earth breathed. A thousand flowers burst forth from the silver ground, glowing softly, their petals changing color with the wind: crimson for laughter, blue for stillness, gold for joy. Each throbbed with the beat of a heartbeat.The Living City awakened.Krishna was at its border, staring. In one night, tents and scaffolding had changed. The vines had twined themselves into arches, curved into walls that moved softly, alive yet peaceful. The stones themselves vibrated with heat. When one passed by, the walls would change ever so slightly opening to admit them, closing like a taken breath.It was lovely, breathtakingly lovely.She spun as Miyal came toward her. His footsteps were light, near-silent. His skin had that pale, silvery color now not metal, but transparent, as if the world itself had started to radiate through him. The grass flattened under his walk, not

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    It started with the wind.No one at first was aware. It arrived in the early morning quiet, fitful, sweeping through the Erenval's silver fields with the rustle of breathing mildly out of sync. The plains rolled uneasily, as if the earth itself was rolling over in its sleep.Krishna awoke at before dawn. She emerged from the tent and could feel the air shudder about her. The stars in the sky twinkled, half-concealed by creeping clouds that hadn't existed the night before. In the valley, the vines that had previously swirled with soft light now shook as if suspended between stretching and shrinking.She knew why: imbalance.And she knew from whence it came.Ignatius had been keeping his distance from her for days. Since the night the fight, his words hanging in the air like an open sore that no amount of ointment could heal he had worked himself to the bone, leading hunts, chipping foundations, keeping his hands occupied so his mind wouldn't turn inward. But turn inward it did.He co

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