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What the Gods Buried
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2026-05-13 04:27:07The chamber would not stop trembling.
Dust drifted steadily from the ceiling while cracks spread farther beneath the altar with every pulse of the ancient heart suspended above them. Somewhere below the mountain, chains continued dragging slowly through the dark.
Closer.
Always closer.
But for the first time since entering the Heart Chamber, no one moved.
Because the woman’s words still lingered in the air:
Love always destroys something.
Eleanor remained kneeling in front of Alaric, his cold hands still framing her face while the bond churned painfully between them. She could feel his terror now with unbearable clarity.
Not fear that she would leave him.
Fear that she would stay.
The realization hollowed her chest.
“You really believe I’m going to die if this bond completes.”
Alaric’s expression tightened immediately.
“Yes.”
The blunt honesty almost made her laugh.
Not because it was funny.
Because of course he would answer that way.
No comforting lie. No false reassurance.
Just truth.
Always terrible truth.
The Hollow King chuckled softly beneath the chamber.
“She would survive longer than the first one.”
The shadows around Alaric snapped violently toward the floor cracks.
“Stop speaking about her.”
The woman beneath the mountain sighed.
“You cling too tightly to grief, heir.”
The golden eye beneath the cracks brightened faintly.
“It makes you predictable.”
Father Matthias finally stepped forward again, visibly forcing himself to remain calm despite the horrors surrounding them.
“We are losing sight of the larger problem.”
Another tremor rolled through the chamber.
As if the mountain itself agreed.
The priest tightened his grip on the relic in his hands.
“If the Hollow King escapes, none of this will matter.”
The silence that followed felt heavy.
Because everyone already knew the truth.
He was right.
Alaric slowly released Eleanor’s face and stood.
The movement looked difficult now.
The shadows around him flickered inconsistently, their edges fraying unnaturally like smoke losing shape.
Weakening.
Eleanor felt it immediately through the bond.
His strength was draining faster than he admitted.
“You need rest.”
Alaric almost smiled at that.
Almost.
“There is no time.”
The woman beneath the mountain laughed softly.
“There never is for men like you.”
The heart above the altar pulsed again.
Thump.
This time the chamber walls lit with ancient symbols Eleanor had not noticed before. Entire passages of glowing runes spread across the black stone pillars surrounding them.
The Blackwood language.
But older.
The moment Eleanor looked at them—
She understood them.
Not because she had learned the language.
Because the bond translated it for her.
Her breath caught.
“What does it say?” Father Matthias asked immediately.
Eleanor stared at the nearest pillar while silver light reflected in her eyes.
“It’s… a warning.”
Another pulse from the heart.
More runes ignited.
The mountain groaned deeply beneath them.
Eleanor swallowed hard.
“The gods didn’t create the prison.”
Silence.
Even the Hollow King stopped moving below the chamber.
Father Matthias frowned sharply. “What?”
Eleanor looked slowly toward Alaric.
“The Blackwood witches did.”
The woman beneath the mountain hummed approvingly.
“At last.”
The realization settled through the chamber like poison.
Every story. Every prayer. Every legend.
Wrong.
The gods had not defeated the Hollow King.
The witches had.
Eleanor turned back toward the glowing runes, reading faster now as the bond poured understanding into her mind.
“The gods came afterward.” Her voice weakened slightly. “To bury everything.”
Father Matthias stared at her in disbelief.
“That’s impossible.”
“No,” the woman whispered beneath the mountain.
“Only inconvenient.”
The black water surrounding the altar began moving again.
Not upward this time.
Backward.
As if something beneath the pool was turning over in its sleep.
Alaric’s expression darkened instantly.
“What else does it say?”
Eleanor’s eyes lifted to the final line carved into the pillar.
Then her blood ran cold.
Because suddenly she understood why the gods had sealed the mountain.
Why they feared the Hollow King.
Why the woman beneath them hated them so much.
The runes glowed brighter.
And softly—
“The Hollow King was never the real monster.”
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