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Chapter 191: The Voice Beneath the Silence
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The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 212: The Thread That Trembled
She felt him the moment it happened.It wasn’t a scream across the Vein, nor a vision drawn to her mind. It was quieter. More intimate. A ripple through the web, she no longer needed to see to understand. Like a single thread in an enormous tapestry tightening, just slightly, alerting her that a connection once left dormant had stirred.Dain had opened the shard.Sariah stood at the edge of the old stone bridge that arched above the glacial valley, the wind pulling at the corners of her cloak. Below, the river surged black with meltwater and thunder. Around her, the remnants of a warded camp shimmered with thin lines of protection—not from others, but from herself.And still, it hadn’t been enough to keep the memory from reaching him.She didn’t turn.Didn’t move.Only let her eyes close as the realization spread across her chest like a bruise.She had sent the shard as a choice, not a summons. A way to share the truth without coercion. A truth he deserved if he was going to come look
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 211: After the Fall of Light
The room was too quiet.Dain sat unmoving, the shard still resting in his open hand, as if letting go might make the vision more real—or more permanent. He stared at the empty space before him, but his eyes didn’t see the room. Not the candlelight softening at the corners. Not the half-eaten meal beside him. Not the low whistle of wind outside the shuttered window. His senses were still trapped in a place that no longer existed, anchored in the jungle heat, in the look on her face just before she unleashed something none of them could take back.He had seen war before. Pain. The kind that came from cruelty, yes—but also the kind that came from conviction. But what he had just witnessed wasn’t either.What he saw in her eyes—Sariah’s eyes—before she released the Vein like a blade was not hatred.It was grief.And that realization hollowed him more than any fear of what she might become.He ran a hand through his hair, chest tight, limbs heavy. “Why didn’t they tell us?” he muttered to
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 210: The Memory That Bled
The realization settled like lead in his chest.The shard in his palm was no longer still. It throbbed in quiet rhythm, warm but not painful. It pulsed not with power, but with memory. And it was waiting. Not demanding. Waiting.Dain closed his fingers around it fully.The moment he did, the world around him held its breath.He felt the inn vanish—not with violence, not with fire or scream, but with a kind of mercy. The kind that cradled, not destroyed. The kind that held you close, then let you fall exactly where you were meant to land.The air was different. Warmer. Wetter.He stood now in a place he didn’t recognize.A jungle—alive and unkind. Trees twisted into each other, their roots like fists clawing through the soil. The air buzzed with something just short of heat. It wasn’t summer. It was magic, thick and wet and old. Not wild Vein magic either. Something deeper. Primitive. Pre-language. Pre-law.Dain took a cautious step forward.Leaves didn’t crunch. The ground didn’t resp
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 209: The Weight of What She Left Behind
Dain hadn’t moved in several minutes.The silk bundle sat no more than a foot from his hand, as though it had always been there. He hadn't seen it arrive. Hadn't heard it placed. It was simply… present, quiet, and ominous in its stillness. The silk shimmered faintly in the candlelight—deep violet threaded with silver, the kind of fabric he hadn’t seen since he was a child listening to stories of relic-bearers and rituals long abandoned.He stared at it like it might lunge.A part of him didn’t want to touch it. Not out of fear—he’d fought monsters made of worse—but because some deeply buried instinct in him knew: once he opened it, he would never again return to the version of himself that sat there, uncertain and unbound. This was a gate. Just not the kind you walked through.It opened you.And it was from her.That realization hit the hardest.He reached out finally, fingers brushing the silk. The cloth was soft but firm, wrapped with intentional precision—tucked corners, no fraying
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 208: The Memory of Fire
The light came first, not as a flash, but as a slow pulse, like a heartbeat returning after a long absence.He felt it beneath his ribs before he opened his eyes. A subtle thrum, deep and ancient, moving through muscle and marrow. It didn’t hurt. Not yet. It just was. A truth he hadn’t needed to face for what felt like lifetimes.He couldn’t remember when they’d put him under.Only the voices.The urgency in Marell’s tone, the cold disappointment in Sariah’s eyes, the sound of the Vein screaming beneath the floor as if it knew what was about to be lost.“Contain him,” someone had said. “Before he chooses her over us.”And he had.Chosen her, that is.He remembered now—bit by bit—as the crystal shell surrounding his body fractured. The containment field gave one last pulse of resistance, then yielded, its purpose fulfilled. He sucked in a sharp breath, and with it came the crushing weight of now.He sat up slowly, muscles aching from unnatural stillness. The air was stale, untouched by
The Blood Bound Legacy Chapter 207: The Path to Confrontation
Sariah turned from the image and began preparing to leave her realm. Not through rift or rupture—but through will. Through the places she once walked as flesh and blood.If the Council wanted to reach into the past, then she would be there to meet it.And this time, they would not be the ones holding the blade.The thought echoed within her as she stepped through the veil, not like a ghost, but as something older—something still tethered to a human memory of shape, though no longer bound by it. Sariah no longer needed doorways to pass between realms. Her path was woven through time, her feet anchored in thought and memory. She descended not into a place, but into a consequence.The corridor she entered was narrow, buried beneath the foundations of the Council’s northern stronghold. The world above it had changed a dozen times over, but the chamber below had remained untouched—preserved like a sacred secret, or a wound no one dared reopen. Here, history wasn’t taught. It was locked in
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