Mag-log inThe footsteps continued outside.Hundreds of them.Slow.Uneven.Approaching from every direction.Elyra stood beside Zevarion in the ruined Heart Chamber, staring at the shattered windows high above them. Beyond the broken glass, the monastery courtyard was covered in silver mist.Shapes moved inside it.Tall figures.Human figures.But none of them walked naturally.Their heads turned too sharply.Their limbs moved too slowly.And every face was hidden behind a pale mask.Victor peered through the nearest broken window.“I would like to point out that we have officially reached the stage where even the ghosts are organized.”Damien pulled him away from the window. “Stay back.”“Excellent suggestion. I was already planning to do that.”Father Benedict moved toward the eastern entrance, his face pale.“They are not ghosts.”“What are they?” Adrian asked.The priest swallowed.“Possibilities.”The word settled heavily over the chamber.Aeliana closed her eyes, sensing the energy outsid
The second heartbeat continued beneath the monastery.Slow.Steady.Unavoidable.Elyra remained in Zevarion’s arms, her fingers pressed against the silver symbol on her palm. It was no longer burning, but she could feel something moving beneath it.Not pain.Not power.A presence.Something that had recognized her.Something that had been waiting.“What does the symbol mean?” Zevarion asked.The First Bearer did not answer immediately.His eyes remained fixed on the floor where the abyss had closed.“The second guardian,” he finally said.Damien stepped closer. “You said the first guardian has fallen.”“Malrec was the first guardian.”“And the second?”The First Bearer looked toward Elyra.“The second guardian is not a person.”The chamber grew colder.Victor slowly raised his hand.“I would like to request a definition of ‘not a person’ before anything else happens.”Adrian’s gaze hardened. “It is an ancient force.”“Of course it is,” Victor muttered. “Why would it be a normal person
The floor shattered beneath them.Elyra felt Zevarion’s arm tighten around her waist as the chamber tilted violently. Ancient stones broke away from the walls and disappeared into the abyss below.“Move!” Damien shouted.Everyone rushed toward the remaining platform near the entrance.Victor stumbled over a fallen pillar. “I knew this place was going to collapse! I said it several times!”“You also said the Heart was harmless,” Damien replied, pulling him forward.“I was emotionally misled!”Another tremor threw them against the wall.The Heart floated above the abyss, glowing with thousands of freed memories. But beneath it, the black symbol shaped like a closed eye had grown larger.The red eyes below stared upward.Waiting.Zevarion pushed Elyra behind a stone column as a wave of dark energy tore across the chamber.The column cracked.“Are you hurt?” he asked.“I’m fine.”“Your hand.”Elyra looked down.A thin red mark had appeared across her palm.It resembled a small cut, but th
The darkness rose like a living tide.It poured from the broken Heart, twisting around the ancient pillars and spreading across the floor. The air became cold enough to hurt Elyra’s lungs.Zevarion stood before her, one arm extended protectively.But this time, he did not tell her to stay behind him.He reached backward and found her hand.Their fingers locked.Together.The masked woman stepped out of the shattered Heart.Her silver robes moved without wind. Cracks ran across the mask covering her face, and beneath those cracks, pale light glimmered like trapped stars.Aeliana stared at her in horror.“You were sealed beyond the First Memory.”The woman tilted her head.“I was forgotten.”The First Bearer’s expression turned grim.“Everyone believed you had vanished.”“Everyone wanted me to vanish.”Her voice echoed through the chamber, carrying the sorrow of centuries.Elyra felt a strange pressure inside her chest.The woman’s presence was familiar.Not because she had seen her bef
The Heart Chamber had finally fallen silent.Not the silence of death.Not the suffocating stillness that had filled the underground sanctuary when the Oblivion Sovereign first emerged.This silence was different.It was soft.Almost peaceful.The great Heart suspended above them no longer trembled violently. Its dark veins of energy had faded, replaced by a slow, steady pulse of silver and gold. Each beat sent a gentle wave of warmth through the chamber.The memories trapped inside the ancient prison had been released.The forgotten voices were gone.But their presence remained.In the air.In the walls.In the hearts of those who had witnessed them.Elyra stood in the center of the chamber, her fingers still intertwined with Zevarion’s.She could feel his warmth.His heartbeat.The slight tremor in his hand that he was trying so desperately to hide.For the first time since they had entered the sanctuary, he was not looking at the Heart.He was looking at her.“You’re still here,” h
Knock.......The sound echoed through the Heart Chamber.Everyone froze.Knock.A third time.Elyra's fingers tightened around Zevarion's.The sound wasn't coming from the fracture above them.It was coming from beneath.Deep beneath the Heart.Something was trapped down there.Something that had been waiting.For centuries.Maybe longer.Victor's voice was unusually quiet through the connection."Please tell me everyone heard that."Damien answered immediately."Unfortunately."The Null King stared at the floor.His face had gone pale.Aeliana noticed."You know what that is."He didn't answer."Don't you?" Adrian demanded.The Null King finally looked at them."I know what it was called."The chamber fell silent.Zevarion's eyes narrowed."What?"The Null King looked toward the ancient symbol appearing across the Heart."The Prison of First Memory."Elyra felt a chill."Prison?"The First Bearer stepped forward.His expression was grim."It was sealed before the Garden existed."Ael
The silence between them felt alive.That was the only way Elyra could describe it now.Every second stretched tighter and tighter while Zevarion stood impossibly close, his hand still loosely around her wrist, her fingers still curled lightly against his chest.Neither moved.Neither seemed capabl
Elyra didn’t realize how tired she was until she stepped into her room.The silence of the Vale mansion felt different at night. During the day, it was grand, almost intimidating. But now, it felt… watchful. Like the walls themselves were holding secrets.She closed the door behind her and leaned a
The morning at Valeon Group began like any other, but for Elyra Sol, it carried a weight she hadn’t anticipated. The office was bustling with activity, the rhythmic clicking of keyboards, low murmurs of conversations, and the soft hum of printers filling the air. Yet beneath the mundane operations,
The morning sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Valeon Group, illuminating the gleaming chrome desks and polished floors. Elyra Sol arrived at the office slightly earlier than usual, hoping to get a head start on her assigned tasks. Her mind was still buzzing from the previous







