جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 450

The Crown of Resolve "I'll do it." Valen's words echoed across the garden. Simple. Calm. Final. The World Tree shimmered. The Fourth Crown glowed brighter. And suddenly nobody knew what to say. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava reacted first. Of course she did. Then: "No." Silence. Then: "Absolutely not." Then Rowan pointed. Then: "I agree with her." Pause. Then: "Which is honestly terrifying." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Valen remained calm. Then: "The choice is mine." Then Thomas immediately shouted from the projection. Then: "No." The force behind the word shocked everyone. The chains of the Throne rattled. The projection flickered. Then: "I won't allow it." Valen looked at him. Then: "You don't have that authority." Silence. Then: "Not here." The two stared at one another. Then the old Guardian quietly watched. Saying nothing. Waiting. Then Eryx stepped forward. Then: "Valen." Pau

The Crowns' Decision Silence. Absolute silence. The World Tree's message echoed through every soul. Not one sacrifice. Not one Crown. All of them. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because nobody understood. Then Rowan finally blinked. Then: "Okay." Pause. Then: "That's significantly worse." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. The giant eye remained visible beyond the cracks in reality. Watching. Waiting. Smiling. The horror understood something they didn't. And that terrified everyone. Then Ava looked toward the World Tree. Then: "What does that mean?" The old Guardian stared upward. Then: "I've never seen this before." Silence. Then: "Not once." The answer wasn't comforting. Not even slightly. Then the World Tree glowed brighter. Branches of light spread across the sky. Roots of energy spread beneath reality. Then one by one— every Crown rose into the air. The Third Crown. The F

The Fall of the Throne Begins Thomas’s hand moved toward the sword. The moment stretched. Silent. Heavy. Like the entire universe was holding its breath. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. The blade hovered before him, glowing faintly with ancient light. Not warm. Not cold. Something older than emotion itself. Behind him—nothing. Ahead of him—the end of everything. Then Ava’s voice cut through the silence. “Thomas…” Soft. Fragile. But steady. He stopped. Just barely. The chains around his projection flickered. The Throne reacted immediately. BOOOOOOM! A wave of pressure pushed through the connection. Thomas winced. But didn’t move. Then Ava stepped forward again. This time closer. Closer to the sword. Closer to him. “You’re not doing this alone.” Silence. Thomas shook his head. “You don’t understand what this does.” Ava frowned. “I understand enough.” Cassian exhaled behind her. Rowan folded his arms. Eryx watched carefully. Val

The Final Guardian Thomas grabbed the sword. Immediately. BOOOOOOOOOOM! The weapon erupted with silver fire. Power exploded across the battlefield. The World Tree shook. The stars vanished. Reality screamed. And for the first time in ten thousand years— the weapon was complete. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Thomas staggered. The moment his hand closed around the hilt, memories flooded his mind. Not his memories. Theirs. Thousands of Guardians. Thousands of sacrifices. Thousands of lives. The First Guardian. The First King. Every soul who had carried the burden. Every soul who had faced the horror. Every soul who had failed. Then a voice echoed. Inside his mind. "End it." Then another. "Finish what we started." Then another. "Free us." The voices became countless. Millions. All waiting. All hoping. Then Thomas dropped to one knee. The weight was unbearable. Then Ava immediately moved beside him. Then: "Thomas!" He gritte

The Last Strike Thomas charged. The silver sword blazed. Reality shattered beneath every step. The battlefield vanished. The army vanished. Everything disappeared. There was only him. And the horror. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. The giant eye watched him approach. Unmoving. Unafraid. Or perhaps— too ancient to understand fear. Then the sword pulsed. The voices of every Guardian echoed through it. Thousands. Millions. An endless chorus. "Forward." "Finish it." "End the cycle." Thomas tightened his grip. The silver fire grew brighter. Then the horror moved. BOOOOOOOOOOM! Darkness exploded outward. Entire sections of reality collapsed. The stars vanished. The sky tore apart. Yet Thomas kept running. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then the eye opened wider. A beam of destruction formed. Larger than mountains. Larger than worlds. A final attack. The end of everything. Then Rowan shouted from below. Then: "NOW WOULD BE A GREAT T