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Chapter 174: When Silence Begins to Bleed
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The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 178: The Origin is a Mirror
There was no light, no darkness either . Just sensation. A pulsing presence like breath against the back of her neck, like eyes opening in a room where no one was meant to look.Isolde stood still because motion was meaningless here. The ground wasn’t ground. The air wasn’t air. It was all... memory. Living memory. As if the world had collapsed inward and wrapped itself around thought. Around feeling.This was the place the Hollow had whispered about. This was the Origin.And it wasn’t a location. It was a question.Who are you when no one is watching?The words weren’t spoken. They were known.She took a slow step forward—not because she was sure it mattered, but because she needed the reminder that she still could. The shard in her hand pulsed like a heartbeat, guiding her forward.Shapes began to form ahead of her. Shadowed outlines of people, places, moments. They twisted in and out of clarity, reflections of her life, but warped. Familiar faces with unfamiliar eyes. Choices she’d
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 177: The Woman Who Remembered the End
The woman who called herself a failed prophecy stood with fire licking the edges of her cloak, yet it did not burn her skin. She was too still, as if every breath she took was calculated, rationed. Around her, the ground smoldered where she walked, not from heat, but from memory. The land reacted to her the way it had once responded to the Fold: with recognition. With dread.Isolde didn’t speak at first. She kept her posture measured, but her heart thudded in her chest like it remembered something her mind had not yet caught up to. There was something ancient about this stranger, something heavy and worn and deeply tired.“Who are you really?” Isolde asked.The woman turned her gaze toward her, and for a moment, her eyes shimmered not with flame but with sorrow. “Once, I was the one who was supposed to sit on the throne. Before either of you was born. Before the Fold had a name.”Cael stepped forward cautiously. “That would make you—”“Dead,” the woman said. “I was supposed to be dead
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 176: The Breaking Sky and the Voice Beneath
And then the stars above them began to fall. Not gently. Not like wishes. Like judgment.Flaming, raw slashes across the heavens, tearing the sky into burning scars. One after another, the stars collapsed from their constellations, crashing not into the earth, but into memory. The ground didn’t shake, but their minds did. Visions hit them like lightning strikes: flashes of other lives, other timelines, moments that could have been or never should have been.Isolde dropped to one knee as the images poured through her. She saw herself standing at a child’s grave, one hand pressed to the cold soil, her other hand ablaze with power she no longer controlled. She saw cities under her protection… or her rule? The details twisted together. She saw Sariah on the throne. She saw Jalen in chains. And in all of them, she was alone.“No,” she whispered. “No, no—this isn’t real.”Beside her, Sariah clutched her head, her face contorted with pain. “They’re showing us futures,” she gasped. “Futures t
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 175: The Throne’s Voice
The world didn’t break. It folded.Reality didn’t shatter like glass under pressure; it bent, rippling like silk dragged through water, seamless and wrong. Isolde staggered backward, every nerve in her body screaming as the energy radiating from the throne piece in Jalen’s hand cracked open the boundary between thought and form.She heard the voice again, but this time it didn’t feel like it came from the outside. It unspooled within her, lacing through the gaps in her spine, coiling around the fragile trust she’d built in herself.Let her bleed. Let her choose. Or let her kneel. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.Sariah reached out, grabbing Isolde’s wrist. Her grip was tight, but her eyes were full of questions, not rage. “What is this? I thought it was calling me.”Isolde’s voice was a breath above a whisper. “It’s not calling you. It’s testing me.”Sariah blinked. “Why?”“Because I left something behind when I walked away,” she answered, her throat raw with realization. “Not ju
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 174: When Silence Begins to Bleed
For a long time, neither of them moved.Isolde stood still as stone, her fingers relaxed but ready. Her breathing was even, but her pulse beat at the base of her throat like a war drum she couldn't ignore. She didn’t need to reach for her power; it was already awake, alert, flickering just beneath the surface like a sleeping storm roused by tension in the air. Sariah’s presence didn’t press against her like an enemy’s; it circled her like a question, unanswered and insistent.Across from her, Sariah stood tall, her face unreadable, but her posture not unkind. There was nothing reckless about the way she held herself. If anything, her restraint was what worried Isolde the most. People who wanted power usually telegraphed their hunger. Sariah radiated something colde,r certainty. And certainty was always more dangerous than ambition.“You don’t look like what I expected,” Sariah said finally, her voice low and even.Isolde tilted her head slightly. “And what did you expect?”Sariah shru
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 173: What Walks Toward Us
The sun was beginning to set again when the tremor hit.Isolde stood just beyond the outer perimeter of the Citadel, watching as the wind moved against itself, curling unnaturally along the grass and stone. A low hum vibrated through her bones, a frequency she hadn’t felt since the Fold had split open, an unmistakable signal not of collapse, but of convergence.It wasn’t the Citadel reacting to her anymore. Something else had crossed its attention.Cael was already at her side. “You feel that?”She nodded slowly, her gaze locked on the skyline. “Something’s approaching.”His eyes narrowed. “More Council agents?”“No. This doesn’t feel political.” She turned slightly, pressing her palm to the stone beneath her feet. The pulse that answered was sharp, deliberate, almost rhythmic. “It’s someone Fold-touched.”Cael’s voice dropped. “You mean like you.”“No.” She turned toward him. “Not like me. Worse.”Before he could ask, she stepped back toward the Citadel, whispering an incantation low
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 172: The Fire She Brought Back
The wind outside the Hollow Citadel had changed.Cael knew it before he even saw her silhouette return, strolling across the broken plain. He had been pacing the outer ring for hours, each breath caught between hope and dread, refusing to believe that she had gone somewhere he couldn’t follow—somewhere not even love could reach.Now she was here. But the weight in her stride told him something had followed her back.Isolde approached, her hair tousled by a wind that didn’t touch anything else. Her eyes weren’t glowing, but they shimmered faintly, like something vast had looked into them and left its mark without needing to stay.He didn’t speak until she was close enough to hear a whisper. “What did you see?”She didn’t answer right away. Her gaze swept the landscape, the Citadel now looming behind her like a forgotten god. She looked older, not in her skin, but in her silence.“Isolde,” he said again, stepping closer.She finally looked at him. “I saw what I could be if I stopped bei
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 171: Crown of Silence
The throne shimmered with cold power, each edge of it cut from a shadow deeper than night, and though it sat silent and still, it felt like it was listening. Isolde stood just a few feet away from the other version of herself—the one with silver eyes and a voice made of glass and fire—trying not to show how badly her hands were shaking.The silence between them stretched too long, and then the other spoke, calmly, almost kindly. “You’re not here to defeat me. That’s not how this works. You’re here to decide if you still believe in who you are.”Isolde stared at her. “I know who I am.”“No,” the woman said, smiling faintly. “You know who you were when you were still fighting. But now? Now that the war is over, now that you’ve survived—what are you without the pain?”The question burrowed deeper than it should have. Not because she didn’t have an answer, but because she hadn’t asked herself that yet. Her entire life, she’d defined herself by what she’d escaped, what she’d resisted. But
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 170: The Contender’s Door
When Isolde stepped out of the room, she was different. Not taller or stronger—but whole in a way she hadn’t been for years. The child’s presence remained—not beside her, but within. Like breath. Like pulse.Jalen watched her return with cautious wonder. “Which door?”“The one I never knew existed,” she said. “And the only one that matters.”He smiled faintly. “Then maybe you’re ready.”She looked at him. “Ready for what?”“For the door you didn’t open,” he said, pointing behind her.She turned and froze.A new door had appeared. One that hadn’t existed when she entered. And across its surface were seven mirrored faces. Each of them has hers. Each of them is smiling.The kind of smile that wasn’t about joy.These weren’t expressions of peace or nostalgia. They were masks, taunting, knowing, sharpened with teeth barely concealed behind lips that curved too perfectly. Each face on the door shimmered with a slightly different shade of her: one had eyes dark as obsidian, another wore bloo
