Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bonds By Blades : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The arena did not erupt.It didn’t cheer.It didn’t celebrate.It breathed.A collective, shaky inhale rippled through the crowd as if everyone had just remembered how. The chaos was gone—but the fear lingered, clinging to the air like smoke after fire.Kael remained on one knee, Riven’s weight barely supported in his arms. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest. His hands trembled—not from weakness, but from everything that had just passed.From what he had just done.“Medic!” someone shouted from the edge of the arena.Boots thundered across stone. Officials, healers, instructors—all rushing forward at once, their voices overlapping in urgency and confusion.“What happened?”“Is he alive?”“That energy—what was that?”Kael barely heard them.His focus stayed on Riven.For the first time since the fight began… he looked peaceful.Too peaceful.“Move aside.”The voice was firm, commanding.Kael glanced up as a senior healer dropped beside him, already reaching for Riven’s pulse.

The chamber felt wrong in a way Kael couldn’t explain.Not just dangerous. Not just powerful.Wrong.The air pressed heavily against his chest, making each breath slower, harder. The faint glow in the walls pulsed steadily, like veins carrying something alive through the stone itself. Every shadow shifted too slowly, too deliberately, as if the darkness was watching them instead of surrounding them.And at the center of it all, that presence remained.Kael avoided looking directly at it this time. The first glance had been enough to tell him that whatever it was, his mind wasn’t meant to understand it fully. It wasn’t a creature. It wasn’t energy.It was something older than both.“Stay focused,” Varek said quietly, his voice carrying a tension Kael had never heard before. “Do not let it draw you in again.”Lena stood closer to Kael now, her usual confidence replaced by sharp awareness. “I don’t think it needs permission,” she muttered.Kael didn’t respond.Because she was right.The

She tried.She really did.But every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.The messenger.That empty gaze.That knowing look.And worse… the question he had asked.Do you even know what you are?It echoed in her mind like something alive.Something waiting.The room felt too small.Too quiet.Too suffocating.By the time the first hint of dawn crept through the narrow window, she was already on her feet.Restless.Uneasy.And done pretending everything was fine.She stepped into the corridor, the cold stone grounding her just enough to breathe.Guards were posted at every turn now.More than usual.Kael hadn’t wasted time.Their eyes followed her as she passed.Not suspicious.Protective.That should have comforted her.It didn’t.It made her feel like a target.Like something valuable that needed guarding.Something that could be taken.She clenched her fists slightly.No.She wasn’t going to sit still.Not today.Not anymore.The training grounds were nearly empty at this hour.Jus

The stronghold had never felt this suffocating before.Not even during war.Not even during the worst nights when the air carried the scent of blood and smoke and loss.This was different.This silence wasn’t born from battle.It was born from something far more dangerous.Tension.Arin stood at the far edge of the courtyard, arms folded tightly across her chest, her gaze fixed on the fractured stone beneath her feet.The marks were still there.Deep cracks running through the ground like veins of something broken open.Her doing.Her power.Her mistake.Voices moved around her, soldiers passing, medics tending to the injured, captains giving orders, but it all felt distant. Muted. Like she was standing outside of it all, watching a world she no longer fully belonged to.She flexed her fingers slowly.They still trembled.Not from exhaustion.From memory.From the feeling of that power surging through her again and again in her mind.Uncontrolled.Unforgiving.Alive.“You keep staring

Arin didn’t remember how long she stayed there.Time blurred into something meaningless.The ridge was quiet again.Too quiet.Like the land itself had exhaled after nearly tearing itself apart.The cracks in the ground still glowed faintly, thin lines of something unnatural running beneath the stone like veins of dying light. The air carried a metallic taste now, sharp and lingering, clinging to the back of her throat.She sat where she had collapsed.Or rather… where she had been caught.Her body felt distant.Heavy.Not entirely her own.Every breath was slow and uneven, like her lungs were relearning how to work after being forced into something they were never meant to handle.The power had receded.But not completely.It never did.Now it lingered.Quiet.Patient.Watching.Arin pressed her hand against the ground, fingers brushing over the fractured stone.It was warm.Still.That shouldn’t have been possible.Nothing about this should have been possible.“You’re going to hurt