All Chapters of Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter 222: The Heart of the SongStepping through the portal was like being born. There was a moment of blinding, overwhelming sensation—a rush of light, sound, and feeling all at once—and then, a gentle settling. The world swam into focus, and they found they could breathe again.They were standing in a place with no sky and no ground, yet they were standing. It was a space of pure energy, a symphony of light and color that pulsed in a slow, steady rhythm. It was neither hot nor cold. It just… was.Before them, floating in the center of this endless, beautiful space, was the Genesis Seed.It was not what Sela had expected. It wasn't a physical seed you could hold in your hand. It was a living, breathing constellation of light. A core of soft, golden energy was surrounded by swirling patterns of silver and blue, like a miniature galaxy. It hummed with a deep, foundational note that resonated in the very center of their souls. This was the note upon which the entire song of their wor

The peace that settled over the Harmony was a deep, rich thing, like the soil after a long rain. It was not the fragile, quiet peace of before, which had felt to Sela like a held breath. This was a peace that had been tested and had held strong. It was a peace that knew its own strength.The Wardens, the newly named guardians of the Harmony, became a part of the daily rhythm. They did not patrol with grim faces and weapons. They walked the borders with a quiet awareness, their senses tuned not for enemies, but for the health of the land itself. They were healers of a different kind, mending the tiny, invisible scars left by the Grey’s long shadow.Elara, with her sharp mind, worked with Kaelen the potter. She found she had a talent not for shaping clay, but for designing the kilns, for understanding the flow of heat and air. She used the cold, precise logic of her Citadel training and warmed it with her new purpose, creating kilns that fired pottery with more vibrant, lasting colors.

The word "green" was a seed. It fell into the deep, silent soil of the child's soul and began to grow.The child did not suddenly become happy. It did not laugh or play. The weight of a world's sorrow was too heavy for that. But the emptiness in its eyes was gone, replaced by a slow, dawning curiosity. It looked from the woven tapestry to Sela's face, then to the single, pale green leaf on the ground, as if trying to connect them."Green," the child said again, a little louder this time. The word was a statement. A discovery.Sela’s heart felt like it might burst. She smiled, a warm, gentle smile she hoped conveyed more than words could. She pointed to the tapestry, then to the tree, then to the child's own chest.The child looked down at itself, at its dusty, grey tunic. A tiny frown appeared on its brow. It looked back at the tapestry, at the image of the child under the green tree, wearing clothes of soft brown and blue."Not green," the child murmured, touching its own tunic.It w

The silence of space was different from any they had known. It wasn't the dead silence of the Citadel or the grieving silence of the red-sunned world. This was a vast, cold, and impersonal silence. The silence of an empty room the size of the universe. The only sound was the hum of their own protective bubble, a tiny, brave vibration against the infinite quiet.Before them, the generation ship grew from a speck of dull metal into a colossal, spinning cylinder. It was a world in itself, miles long, its metal skin pitted and scarred by millennia of micrometeorites and cosmic radiation. No lights shone from its ports. No energy signatures pulsed from its engines. It was a tomb, spinning endlessly in the dark.But Leo's Cloak of Echoes trembled, telling a different story. "They're in there," he whispered, his voice small in the immense quiet. "Thousands of them. Their dreams... it's like a fog. A beautiful, sad fog."As they drifted closer, Sela felt it too through her Loom. A narrative,

The river of light between worlds was usually a quiet, flowing current. It was the space where songs blended into a soft hum, where the edges of reality felt soft and forgiving. But this time, it was different.The moment the portal from the Star Cradle closed behind them, the gentle flow shattered. It was like stepping from a calm stream into a raging rapid. The light around them twisted and shrieked. The harmonious hum of the cosmos was torn by a single, piercing, discordant note—a sound of pure, undiluted agony.It wasn't a sound they heard with their ears. It was a vibration that tore at their souls. Sela gasped, her hands flying to her head. Leo cried out, his Cloak of Echoes flaring as if trying to block an assault. Arin staggered, his face a mask of pain, the Fork of Resonance in his hand buzzing with a violent, angry energy."This... this is wrong," Leo managed to choke out, his voice strained. "It's not an echo. It's a scream. A live scream."The Loom of Stories on Sela's bac