Semua Bab The Howling Throne: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The tunnel beyond the massive door stretched on endlessly, its walls etched with ancient symbols that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of history, pressing against their chests with every step forward. Unlike the stairway above, which had been suffocating in its silence, the passageway hummed with a distant resonance, like whispers trapped beneath the stone.Elior took the lead, his fingers brushing against the wall as they walked, feeling the hum of energy coursing through the stone. Myrra followed closely behind, her eyes darting to the shifting patterns in the walls, muttering under her breath as she tried to decipher their meaning. Rael moved with calculated ease, his senses on high alert, while Bram kept a hand on his greatsword, scanning the darkness warily.The deeper they ventured, the more the tunnel began to change. The air warmed, the symbols brightened, and a scent, something metallic, something old, began to fill the space aroun

The air in the chamber was heavier than before, thick with an unseen presence that pressed against their senses. Elior led the group through the passage, but this time his steps were slower, more cautious. The whispering from the last chamber had faded, but its words still lingered in his mind.Rael walked beside him, unusually quiet, his brows furrowed in thought. Myrra, as always, trailed her fingers along the ancient walls, tracing the sigils carved into the stone. Bram’s grip on his greatsword was tight, his posture rigid with unease.As they stepped forward, the passage widened into another chamber, this one illuminated by a deep crimson glow. The walls shimmered with pulsating veins of energy, branching out from a single point at the room’s center. There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen.It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed w

The cavern stretched before them, vast and ominous, the glow of Elior’s Veliblade and Rael’s crimson-veined sword casting long, flickering shadows against the towering statues. The stone warriors, their faceless visages concealed beneath heavy hoods, loomed like silent sentinels, watching, waiting.The air felt different here. Thicker, charged. Each breath carried the weight of something unseen, a presence pressing against their skin. Myrra, ever perceptive, ran her fingers along the carvings of one statue, her lips pursed in concentration.“These aren’t just decorations,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’re part of something.”Bram exhaled sharply, shifting his grip on his greatsword. “Yeah, let’s just hope that ‘something’ doesn’t wake up.”Rael studied the nearest statue, its black stone surface impossibly smooth despite the passage of time. His new blade pulsed in his grip, faint but undeniable. It had responded to the shadow-beast in the previous chamber, was

The air in the chamber remained thick with tension even after the last of the shadowy figures had dissolved. Rael’s fingers clenched around the hilt of his sword, his heart still pounding from the words that echoed in his mind.You wield what should not be wielded.The weight of the statement pressed on him, but he pushed it aside. Now wasn’t the time for doubts.Elior exhaled, stepping toward the now unsealed pedestal. The violet cloth that wrapped the book remained undisturbed, but the golden clasp flickered slightly, as if sensing their presence. The group gathered around it, wary but undeniably drawn to what lay before them.Myrra was the first to break the silence. “That barrier shattered as soon as Rael’s sword absorbed the last shadow. It was tied to them.”Bram scowled. “Which means whatever’s in that book, they were guarding it. And that never means anything good.”Elior carefully reached forward and undid the clasp, pulling back the cloth to reveal the book’s cover. The leat

The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken fears. Rael could still feel the whispers brushing against his mind like the lingering echoes of a nightmare. He clenched his jaw, pushing the feeling aside. The others were watching him, waiting.“We need to keep moving,” Elior said finally, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Whatever that was, it didn’t stop us. The seal is still here. And we still need to get through.”Rael exhaled sharply, forcing his mind to focus. He could dissect the horrors later. For now, they had a path to follow.Myrra stepped closer to the stone door, running her fingers along the carvings. The glow beneath her fingertips pulsed in response, shifting in hue as if alive. “The runes changed,” she murmured. “When the sword reacted, something altered in their pattern.”Bram groaned. “Great. More magical nonsense. Why can’t a door just be a door?”Elior shot him a glance before turning his gaze back to Rael. “We have to decide now. The sword has alr