The laugh echoed from beneath the staircase, and Noxaris went still.Elara had seen him face enemies without hesitation, endure terrible injuries, and confront the End without showing much fear. His reaction now unsettled her more than the darkness below them.“You know that voice,” Verath said, keeping his sword raised.Noxaris nodded slowly. “His name is Caelen. He was our guardian in the world before this one. He taught us to control our magic and helped the First Ones protect the barrier.”Elara searched her memories, but the name meant nothing to her. “Why did you say we buried him?”“Because we did. I watched his body being laid in the ground.”A figure appeared at the bottom of the staircase. He climbed carefully, using the wall for support. His clothes were old and torn, and his dark hair fell past his shoulders. Despite the exhaustion visible on his face, his silver-gray eyes were sharp.When he reached the last few steps, he looked at Noxaris and smiled.“You still take too
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