Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE SILVER LINING: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The gale screamed down the quiet streets of Brunschière, a shriek that bounced off the stone walls, as though the town itself was attempting to hold back the approaching tempest. Clouds above seethed like some living entity, black and heavy. The air was charged with electricity, heavy and heavy-laden with a feeling of foreboding. It was more than a storm now. It was an plague, a herald of Vosvak's coming. His dark power was drawing nearer, deepening its roots in the soil, encircling Brunschière with an iron vise.Krishna led the line of villagers and soldiers formed in haste at the front, her fingers smeared with the blood of the demonic beast they had battled mere hours ago. Her breathing was calm, but under cover of her serene face, her heart pounded. She could sense the quakes of the ground under her feet, the subtle beat of Vosvak's energy coursing like a contagion through the land itself. His presence weighed upon her like a stone on her chest, a pressure that made every breath a

Miyal remained in the cold, dark room of the Citadel, the shroud of shadow still wrapped around his wrists, gnawing into his skin. The burden of them was not only physical but also mental—one of lingering threat, like a reminder of some inescapable darkness that would come for them all. His eyes wandered over to the open window, the far-off rumble of the storm speaking across the shattered panes of glass. The earth tremors had been occurring for hours, and every single one of them accelerated his heartbeat.The Elders had long since dropped their argument, their voices descending into a heavy, frightened silence. But thoughts of them were far from Miyal's mind. His own mind, always keen, was fixed on one thing. Krishna. The woman who had once been his Luna, his everything. She had battled with him, beside him, and yet now… now she was the one who stood at the heart of this tempest.The instant the tremors had started, Miyal had sensed a pull, a strange compulsion that tore at his hear

The gale screamed through the stone gates of the Citadel, and the ground shook with the distant rumblings of the fight happening in Brunschière. Miyal's gaze was on the door, his frame tense with expectation. The chains those accursed chains had at his flesh like a ceaseless wave, wearing away what little patience and control he still retained. But the time for patience was gone.His mind raged, weighed down with the burden of impending disaster. Vosvak was on his way, and Brunschière's pleas for help would be heard too soon. But what was to be done? What could they do? There were no roads to power available, no way he could proceed without being bound by his own constraints. But the shackles those shackles were the solution."If the Elders stand with us," Miyal whispered, his voice a bitter rasp that cracked in the tense air. "It'll be because we make them." He tightened his fists on the chains, his knuckles whitening with strain. "I'm not asking for their blessing anymore. I'm demand

But Ignatius was ahead of her now, narrowed eyes sweeping the field for danger. His body tensed, poised for what came next, but there was a flash of alarm in his eyes when he saw her look at him."What is it?" he asked sharply, his voice raspy with tension."Miyal," Krishna gasped, her voice raspy, laced with an odd combination of fear and desperation. "He's calling for aid. From the Citadel."Ignatius' eyes narrowed. "The Citadel?" His tone sank to a growl. "What the devil is he up to now?"Krishna turned to face him, her eyes dark with the weight of the choice ahead. She didn’t know, but she could feel it—the turning of the wheel, the breaking of the chains.“He’s involved in this,” she whispered, almost to herself. “This storm, this plague, it’s all connected. Miyal is the key.”Without further ado, Krishna charged ahead, her sword held high as she broke the charge. The beasts that surrounded them appeared to step back from her determination, but the tempest raged on, as if it had

Miyal's gaze was unwavering, fixed on Krishna, and for an instant the tempest raging about them seemed to abate, as if nature itself had stilled to see the inevitable play out. The turmoil of the fight, the cries of the beasts, the blast of the gale all receded, consumed by the heavy gravity of the choice they were about to take.Krishna stood unyielding, her eyes fierce, the sword in her hand weighed down with intent. But her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, its beat almost blinding in the unnatural quiet.“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered, though her voice trembled with the effort of suppressing the truth. She was afraid. Afraid of what Miyal had become, what he was willing to do, and what this would mean for them all. But her fear wasn’t for herself. It was for him. For the man who had once been her ally, her brother-in-arms, now teetering on the edge of destruction.Miyal's lips curled into a sour, empty smile, but his eyes were cold and unyielding. "I'm not requesting th