All Chapters of Knight's Sacred Burden: Chapter 101 - Chapter 106

"Stay away from him, Silas!" Julian roared, his boots crunching through the layer of acrid, crystalline dust that coated the courtyard.He didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, his sword drawn, a blur of motion against the backdrop of the dying city. Silas, however, was already at the base of the petrified Kael. The architect’s hands trembled, not with fear, but with the manic anticipation of a man who believed he was holding the keys to heaven."You’re a short-sighted fool, Julian!" Silas screamed, his eyes wide and bloodshot as he jammed the jagged, humming stabilizer spike into the stone-flesh of Kael’s chest. "You think you’re defending a hero, but you’re just guarding a bomb! The city is already dead; I’m just trying to keep the crater from swallowing the surrounding provinces!""You're not saving anyone, you’re just panicking!" Julian countered, closing the distance. He swung his blade, a heavy, desperate arc aimed at Silas’s shoulder, but the man pivoted with surprising grace, us

The figure that stood amidst the falling shards of stone was no longer the Kael Julian remembered. Gone was the weary, cynical man who had shared a drink with him in the dim light of the lower district’s taverns. In his place stood a silhouette wreathed in flickering, amethyst energy, skin traced with veins of pulsating, liquid starlight. Kael’s eyes, once familiar and brown, now glowed with an abyssal, shifting luminescence that saw through the very fabric of the physical world."Kael?" Julian’s voice didn't carry; it was swallowed by the strange, pressurized vacuum of the courtyard.Kael’s head snapped toward him with the speed of a striking viper. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe. He merely looked through Julian, his gaze fixing on the horde of Gray Pass mercenaries currently breaching the western gate."Too much noise," Kael whispered. His voice sounded like grinding tectonic plates, a chorus of a thousand overlapping echoes that made the very air warp."Kael, listen to me!" Jul

"We can’t stay here, Julian. The ground is turning to ash beneath our feet."Elara’s voice was thin, brittle—the sound of a woman who had seen the world end twice in a single week. She stood by the shattered main gate of the Foundry, her hand pressed against the scorching brickwork of what remained of Oakhaven. Behind her, the city was a skeleton of itself, its ribs exposed, its heart—the Foundry—a hollowed-out caldera of radioactive silence.Julian didn't look back at the city. He kept his eyes on the horizon, where the jagged teeth of the distant mountains sliced into a bruised, indigo sky. He wiped a smear of grime and dried blood from his forehead, his fingers trembling ever so slightly."Did you find the others?" Julian asked, his voice rasping."Those who survived," she replied, gesturing toward the makeshift camp huddled in the shadow of the crumbling city walls. "Barely forty, Julian. Most are wounded. Most are broken. They’re looking to you. They expect a miracle, or at least