Semua Bab Lucian's Undoing : Bab 91 - Bab 100

CHAPTER 91Elias gasped awake, back arching off the ground, eyes wide with a silvery glow. Lucian was kneeling beside him in an instant, gripping his shoulders.“Elias? Elias!”“I’m—” Elias coughed, voice raw. “I’m okay. I think. I saw him. I felt him. He’s—he’s still alive, but barely.”Kai dropped beside them, eyes frantic. “Where? Where is he? Did you see where they took him?”Elias blinked rapidly. His fingers twitched. “Not exactly. But I… I saw something else. A sigil. Carved into the shadows themselves. It’s tied to Erethar’s prison.”Lucian’s brows furrowed. “You mean his original prison? The one the ancients sealed him in?”Elias nodded weakly and pushed himself upright. “It’s not in any realm we know. It’s hidden—forgotten. A cursed plane, one step between reality and void.”“You’re saying Dorian’s in a pocket realm tied to that place?” Kai asked, voice rising. “We’re wasting time—we need to go! Now!”“We can’t just barge in blind,” Lucian snapped, standing. “This isn’t just

CHAPTER 93The Hall of Ascendancy was silent.The kind of silence that choked the throat and tightened the chest. Starlight filtered through the arched skylights above, and the massive, obsidian table in the center shimmered with faint ethereal runes pulsing to the rhythm of the gods’ unease.“He’s remembered,” Seraphiel said at last, voice barely above a whisper. “Elias has awakened… Valarieth walks again.”Gasps rippled. Even the oldest among them paled.“And you’re sure?” Samael asked, voice tense. “It’s not a partial awakening? No fragment, no bleed-through—this is… total?”Amaria, seated at the head, nodded solemnly. “Complete. The moment he struck down Erethar, the seals shattered. There was no hesitation. That was no longer a mortal boy wielding borrowed magic. That was Valarieth, sovereign of raw celestial force.”“He didn’t even falter,” Zevran muttered, fingers drumming nervously. “He subdued an entity older than time itself and expelled it without a conduit or ritual. That’

CHAPTER 95The sanctum was silent.Far below the earth, where no sunlight dared to crawl and no wind stirred the stale air, Tristan Everstone sat in a cradle of darkness.His back pressed to cold, damp stone. His hands trembled where they rested in his lap, fingers twitching at nothing. His once-pristine shirt was stiff with dried blood, torn open at the chest, revealing the black veins that pulsed and twisted like living vines beneath his skin.There were no torches in this place.Only the faint, bioluminescent hum of glyphs etched across the curved walls—pale purple, like bruises. They pulsed softly, alive in a rhythm that did not match his heartbeat. As though the chamber itself was breathing.Tristan had not spoken in hours.Not since he’d come here.Not since the thing in his arm had gone silent again.He curled his fingers into a fist. The blackened corruption spread all the way to his shoulder now. It hurt—but the pain was comforting. A tether to the last part of himself that s

CHAPTER 97"You're frowning again," Kairis said flatly. She didn't look up from the tome she was unbinding, her pale fingers sliding over the cracked leather cover like she was petting something dead.Lucian barely glanced up. "Because everything here is useless. Pages ripped. Names redacted. It's like they want us blind.""They do." Kairis finally looked at him, her expression as bored as ever. "Knowledge is dangerous. Especially knowledge about beings older than angels."Lucian let out a breath and shoved a useless scroll aside. "You don’t sound surprised.""I’m not." Kairis cracked open the book with a low creak. "I grew up in the archives, remember? Most of the really old texts are sealed for a reason. Names that burn your tongue when you speak them. Truths that don't like being remembered."Lucian walked to her side, scanning the page. It was filled with ancient script—Faerian, but distorted. Bent like it had been carved in pain."What is this?""The Song of the Beforeborn," she

CHAPTER 99The estate had settled into a rare silence.The training courtyards were empty for the evening, and the light from the moons bathed the halls in soft silver. Isara moved through the corridors.She had watched Elias train that morning—watched the way his movements had grown sharper, faster, as if something buried was clawing its way to the surface. She’d made careful notes, observed everything down to the tremble in his fingers when he thought no one was looking.And she had seen the black flicker in his eyes again.Now, with her shift over and no prying eyes around, she finally allowed herself to ascend.Her door shut softly behind her. She locked it, lit the seven ceremonial candles, and knelt in the center of the sigil drawn across her floor in powdered silverroot. Her voice was steady as she chanted the invocation.Light cracked through the air—sharp and silent.In a blink, she stood within the Hall of Ascendancy.Above her, light poured down from unseen heights. Pillars