"Every kingdom remembers the day it was founded. None remembers what came before." --- The Mountain Bleeds The mountain groaned. It was not the grinding of stone against stone, nor the distant rumble of an earthquake. It sounded alive. Ancient. Agonized. The vibration rolled through the sanctuary in slow, heavy pulses, shaking the marble beneath every foot. Dust drifted from the vaulted ceiling, floating lazily through shafts of pale moonlight before settling upon the broken White Throne. No one spoke. Even Kael, who had faced armies without flinching, remained perfectly still, his eyes fixed on the fractured marble before him. Then the walls began to bleed. Thin silver veins appeared between the white stones, glowing faintly beneath the surface like moonlight trapped beneath ice. Slowly the cracks widened, releasing streams of brilliant liquid silver. The metal did not drip. It climbed. Like living veins searching for a heartbeat, the silver crawled upward a
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