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Beneath the Chains

Author: A.C
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-26 04:19:22

The voice had no shape, no direction, and yet it filled the chamber as if the stone itself had spoken, not in anger or invitation, but in inevitability. Fenric froze, the thread inside him coiling tighter, not in fear, but in recognition. Whatever had spoken did not speak often. It did not exist within the Cycle, but beyond it, beyond Pack, beyond Shift, beyond even the blood the Elders had carved their order from. This was not a memory. It was the origin of forgetting.

Vareth staggered back, his old eyes wide with something dangerously close to dread. “It cannot be awake. We bound it before the first Council. We erased its name.”

Raelin stepped in front of Fenric, her hand at her blade. “What is it?”

Solen did not answer. He couldn’t. His lips trembled, and for a brief moment, his glyphs dimmed.

Brenna said the name only once, barely above a whisper. “The Rootborn.”

Kaela’s breath hitched. “That's a myth.”

“No,” Vareth rasped, “that's the consequence.”

The floor beneath their feet gr
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