Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE SILVER LINING: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The hall was thick with silence, as if the stones themselves strained to hear every syllable. And then one of the Elders broke it a gaunt-faced man with hollow cheeks, his eyes aglow with fear."You talk as if success is within your grasp," he spat, his tone cutting like the edge of a blade. "But we witnessed what Vosvak accomplished tonight. The wards warped, the ground fissured, and the Alpha's body continues to writhe in corruption. You refer to it as defiance." his hand trembled as he stabbed toward Miyal."I refer to it as denial!"Kaelen's teeth glinted, a snarl in his throat. "Watch your words.But Miyal held up a hand, stopping him. His eyes, smoldering pale but unyielding, fastened on the shaking Elder. "And what do you name surrender, then?"The Elder's mouth clenched. "Pragmatism. Survival. If the Alpha falls, then the Citadel falls with it. If we resist Vosvak, we will be burned to ashes. Better that we bow submit and live."Gasps spread among the others, but a few were not

The Citadel – Morning AfterThe Citadel never slept at all, but that morning its quiet was thick, strangulated. The dawn light could hardly seep through the high windows of the Council Hall, dull and feeble against stone. Elders convened in their ring, their voices barely above breath, shrouded not just in robes but in fear.Chains rattled in the distance, faint but irrevocable, like the pulsing heartbeat of the fortress.In the room outside, Miyal slumped against the rock, the Golden Chains lingering faintly on his wrists and chest. His skin was a battle ground veins burned black in spots, light searing through others but his eyes were open, bloodshot and wild.Kaelen knelt next to him, applying a damp cloth to the Alpha's shoulder where the chains had hurt most. "You need to rest," he said softly.Miyal let out a harsh laugh. "Rest? While Vosvak is eating through my marrow? While the Elders are suffocating on their own terror?" He slumped back against the wall. "No. Not today."Kael

Brunschière – The Eastern WallThe sun set in the evening, burning the sky, but the air was chill. It was a false calm. Every villager, every soldier, stood at attention, eyes fixed on the horizon. The smoke of burning torches curled lazily in the dying light, but beneath that calm, tension rippled like the unspoken threat of war.Krishna paced along the stone wall, her hands clasped tightly behind her. She had seen the signs — the unnatural quiet in the air, the way the winds had shifted, the subtle tug of her heart that warned her something was coming."Do you feel it?" Ignatius's voice cut through the stillness. He stepped beside her, looking out toward the far-off shadow of the Citadel."I feel it," Krishna murmured, her silver eyes narrowed. "Vosvak is testing us."The ground beneath them trembled lightly, a mere whisper of a quake, but the villagers were already on edge, shifting nervously. A distant growl rumbled, like the earth itself was trying to shake off some invisible wei

The fearsome beast emerged from the ground with a thunderous cry, its shape enormous and serpentine, its scales glinting with an iridescent, obsidian sheen. It loomed over the villagers, its golden eyes blazing like molten lava, their gaze locked on Krishna as if it understood precisely who ruled the hearts of the defenders. Its form coiled and twisted in mid-air, arcing with black energy, as it spat in a tongue no mortal ear could comprehend.The earth under Krishna's feet shook as the form of the beast started to completely manifest itself out of the tear in the ground. It appeared to stretch towards the very heavens, its scales shining like pieces of shattered darkness, and its mouth opened wide in a silent, awful scream that shook the air. The villagers, who had been rallying with their spirits renewed, stumbled, eyes wide with terror.Krishna froze, her hand clenching around the hilt of her sword. She sensed the behemoth's tremendous power a power so much greater than anything th

The chamber of the Citadel was as icy as death. The stones vibrated beneath the gravity of the moment. The Elders, stiff and pale, stood at a remove, their eyes fixed on Miyal and Kaelen, who stood in the midst of the room. Chains that held Miyal's wrists aflame with an odd and unnerving light, their links glowing softly with a deep, unnatural radiance. The air itself snapped, full of tension of what was to come.The eyes of Miyal, silver-gold with the fire of his rebellion, clashed with Kaelen's for an instant. Both brothers did not require words. Kaelen extended his hand, and with a faint grunt of effort, he took hold of the chain in one hand, while his other hand grasped the hilt of his sword.There was a calm before the storm a breath held too long. And then, as one, they yanked.The chains let out a scream as they fought, a low, unearthly sound that reverberated through the chamber like the wailing of an ancient creature. The room seemed to grow more and more pressurized, a storm