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Chapter 50: Emberwake
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2025-07-17 19:00:14The flicker in her hands was gentle now, no longer just warmth, something that lived. It became a sacred object that Serena cradled as though it contained the breath of the planet. It didn’t burn. It pulsed. Like a heartbeat.
The chamber around them paused, stilling, and watching.Lucian stepped back, silent. Elias hadn’t looked away from Serena since the brazier had lost its glow again. Not once.
“We have to go,” Lucian said, his voice low.
“No,” Serena replied. “Not yet.”
She paced the circle, fingers grazing the stone wall. The names hummed a little under her fingertips, as if they recognized who she was now. They whispered. Not with words, but with feelings.She stopped at one carving. It was carved deeper than the other layers, lines worn down but holding steady.Eryndor Valen. Flamekeeper. First of the Guard.He had once stood here, she&ens
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