Alle Kapitel von The Howling Throne: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

The journey back to Dawnfire was not an easy one.They had left the ruins behind, but something about the world felt… off. The Veil was weaker now, they had seen it break and with it came an eerie silence that stretched across the lands. Even the wind, once sharp and restless, felt heavy with the weight of something unseen.For days, they traveled under a sky that felt different, as if the stars themselves were watching them. The Second Crown remained in Elior’s possession, wrapped tightly in cloth, but he could still feel its presence. It was not like the first, it did not call to him, nor did it demand anything.It simply waited.And that, somehow, was worse.The road twisted through familiar landscapes, rolling hills that once led them away from home, now guiding them back. But there was something unsettling about retracing their steps.Bram rode ahead, his gaze sweeping the horizon. “I don’t like this.”“You never like anything,” Rael muttered, adjusting his grip on his reins.Bra

The silence after the explosion of power was suffocating. Elior forced himself to stand, his limbs heavy with the weight of what had just happened. The key was gone. The Veil was broken. And Erythos,No. Not yet. But soon.The sky overhead still churned, a swirl of distorted stars and inky voids where the heavens had been torn asunder. Myrra gripped her staff tightly, her knuckles white. Bram groaned from where he had landed, shaking debris from his shoulders.Sienna was the first to move toward the shattered pedestal. The woman in the dark robes, the one who had touched the key, was gone. Vanished. Either swallowed by the surge of magic or transported elsewhere by its power. But her words remained, echoing in the space Erythos would soon claim.Elior clenched his fists. "We need to get back to Dawnfire. Now."Rael, still breathing hard, nodded. "If the Veil has been broken, the council needs to know. They need to start preparing."They mounted their horses without hesitation, spurrin

Elior’s heart pounded as Erythos’s words settled over them like a shroud. Destroy the Crowns, and Erythos would fall, but so would the world they were trying to save.Silence stretched in the Hall of Kings, heavy with the weight of the impossible choice before them. The flickering torchlight cast deep shadows across the ancient stone, twisting the unreadable expressions on his companions' faces.Bram was the first to break the silence. “There has to be another way,” he said, voice rough with exhaustion. He was still gripping his greatsword, but the force of Erythos’s attack had left his arm trembling. “Some way to bind him again.”Myrra, her eyes locked on the inscriptions at the altar’s base, shook her head. “The Veil is broken. We can’t undo that.” She turned to Elior, her gaze intense. “But we still have the Crowns. If we act now, we control what happens next.”Sienna stood apart from the group, her face unreadable. “Destroying the Crowns would collapse the very forces holding the

Elior kept his grip firm on his sword as they trudged through the Hollow Realm. The fractured sky above them shifted unpredictably, dawn and dusk colliding in strange, swirling mosaics of light. The ground beneath their feet was unsteady, floating shards of stone and earth reforming with each step. Every breath felt heavy, laden with the remnants of magic that had been torn apart.No one spoke for a while. Even Bram, usually quick to fill silence with his dry humor, kept his eyes scanning the horizon warily. Myrra walked with purpose, but Elior could see the way her fingers twitched over her staff, her grip uncertain. Rael, his expression tight, kept glancing over his shoulder, as if expecting something, or someone, to appear.Elior exhaled sharply. "We need to figure out what this path of the First actually means."Myrra nodded. "The First King was the only one who ever spoke of destroying the Throne. If this place exists because we broke the Crowns, maybe he knew what would happen a

The Hollow Realm trembled.The jagged ground beneath Elior’s feet cracked further, pieces of stone breaking away into the abyss below. The fractured sky above twisted, dawn and night swirling like an unsteady reflection in shattered glass. The throne loomed behind him, an ancient, unfinished thing waiting for its new ruler.And Sienna stood before him, power crackling at her fingertips, her silver eyes unreadable.“I won’t let you take the throne,” she said.Rael’s sword was already in his hands, but Myrra placed a hand on his shoulder, silently urging caution. Bram stood rigid, gripping his greatsword, his muscles tense with restrained fury.Elior stepped forward. “Sienna, this isn’t the way.”She shook her head, a bitter smile playing on her lips. “Isn’t it? Look at this place, Elior. It’s broken, just like our world. The Crowns were never meant to exist, and yet we fought for them. Killed for them. And for what?”“To free the world from Erythos,” Myrra said.Sienna’s expression dar