Todos os capítulos de The Binding: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

The threadsSaxaEverything goes white.Not lightNot darkness.Just pressure.The moment Elias’ hand touches me the entire system screams. Magic ripping through the clearing like a storm breaking open the sky. The threads that had been tightening between us suddenly flare so bright that for one terrifying second I think they’ve snapped.Then—I see them.Not with my eyes.Not with the way I see the snow beneath my paws of people standing in the clearing.Something deeper opens.And the world changes.The valley explodes into lines.Thousands of them.Maybe millions.Thin glowing strands weaving through the ground, through the trees, through the bones of the mountain itself. They move like veins beneath skin, pulsing with slow ancient rhythm.Every thread humming with the same power.The same source.The same direction.The mountain.My wolf stumbles sideways. The sudden flood of sensation slamming into my brain so hard my claws carve trenches into the snow.I can hear people talking,

What Comes ThroughSaxaThe threads ignite. Every single one of them. The moment the realization settles into my bones, the system responds like it’s been waiting for me to understand it.Light floods the valley. Not blinding—But everywhere.The lines beneath the ground blaze to life, running through the snow, through the trees, through the mountain itself like veins filled with fire.The hum becomes a roar.Alive. Hungry. My wolf staggers. Not from fear. From overload.It’s too much, too loud, too present.The threads don’t just exist anymore—They’re moving. Quickly.All of them pulling toward the same point.The mountain.“The third turn,” Kasper whispers, his voice reverent. Like a man standing in a cathedral.“No,” Gran breathes. Panic cracking through her voice. “No, we’re not there yet—”The ground splits, not wide, not enough to swallow anything.But enough.A sharp crack tears through the clearing, jagged and sudden, running straight between me and the forest like the earth

The FloodSaxaThe forest moves. Not with wind, not animals.The trees themselves seem to recoil as the tear widens, the threads pouring into it like light bleeding through a wound.The roar that follows isn’t one voice.It’s many.Low.Ancient.Wrong.My wolf stiffens, every instinct screams the same thing.Run.Behind me Ingrid swears under her breath, “that’s not just one of them.”“No,” Kaia says quietly. Her eyes are fixed on the tear splitting the forest. “It never was.”The threads around it blaze brighter, tightening and twisting like they’re trying to hold the world together while something enormous pushes from the other side.Elias chokes out a laugh that sounds dangerously close to hysteria. “Oh, good.” he gasps. “There’s more.”Eirik tightens his grip on him. “Stay with me.”Elias’ head lolls forward. The glyph beneath his skin pulsing violently.Every flash of light sends another tremor through the ground. “He can’t keep channeling this much power,” Gran says sharply. “I

The ConvergenceSaxaGran’s face goes white. “No.” The word leaves her like a breath forced from her lungs. “No, Saxa. absolutely not.”Elias laughs weakly beside her. “Gran… I’m already dying over here. And If I go, we don’t know what happens to Saxa.”The glyph beneath his shirt pulses again, brighter, harder. The light spills through the fabric of his shirt in violent flashes, each pulse sending another tremor through the valley.The threads react every time it flares.Dozens of glowing lines tightening, snapping toward him like veins searching for a heart. “He cannot take much more,” Kaia says gently.Gran rounds on me. “You do not understand what you’re suggesting.”My chest rises and falls. “I do.”The creatures in the clearing watch us, all of them.A dozen silver eyes studying the conversation like they’re listening to a language they’re only just beginning to understand.Elias wheezes. “Saxa.. if you’ve got a plan..”I walk over and drop to my knees beside him. The snow hiss

What Wakes BeneathSaxaThe mountain doesn’t roar again, it breathes. But somehow that’s worse.The whole valley feels it—that low, impossible inhale rolling up through the snow and stone like the earth itself has suddenly remembered it has lungs. The threads beneath my skin tighten in answer, every glowing line in the clearing pulling downward, not toward the tear in the forest anymore, not toward Kasper, not even toward the creatures standing silently in the snow.My fingers tighten around Elias’ hand hard enough to hurt, but he doesn’t complain. He’s staring at the ridge with that same drawn, hollow look he gets when the system pushes too much into him all at once.“It’s under the lock,” he whispers. His voice sounds small against the scale of what’s happening.Gran’s face has gone bloodless. “No,” she says, but there’s no force behind it. “No, the lock was the deepest point. It had to be.”Kaia doesn’t look away from the mountain. “It never is.”Another pulse begins to tear throu