POV DARLENEThe silence that followed the destruction of the obsidian bridge was a physical weight, a thick, suffocating blanket that seemed to drown out even the frantic pulse of my own heart. I stood at the jagged edge of the cavern, my fingers digging into the cold, damp stone until my knuckles turned white. Below, the River of Shadows churned with a violent, ink-black froth, its waters having swallowed the crimson fire of the man who had become my entire world."Eryx..." the name was a broken whisper, a prayer lost in the drafty dark of the Under-Realm.Beside me, my son let out a soft, rhythmic hum. He wasn't crying. His emerald and crimson eyes were fixed on the dark water below, his tiny brow furrowed as if he were trying to track a scent beneath the surface. The dual-light of his skin flickered—a low, amber glow that provided the only illumination in this hollow world."He is not gone, Sun-Walker," the Chronicler said, her voice sounding like stone grinding against stone in th
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