Let's descend into the oldest Cycle—the one that remembers nothing… and everything.
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Book Two – Chapter Nine: The Void Remembers
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The ground hadn't stopped shaking since Stone joined me.
It wasn't tremors. Not earthquakes.
It was warning.
Because now, five forces pulsed through my core—each a living truth:
Flame, fierce and unyielding.
Storm, wild and proud.
Time, silent and watchful.
Mind, sharp and dangerous.
Stone, enduring and ancient.
But the sixth?
The one stirring now?
It wasn't a force.
It was a hunger.
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Signs in the Sky
That night, the stars didn't shine.
They moved.
Shifted into unfamiliar constellations, rearranging like symbols in an ancient spell.
Solin read them aloud, voice trembling.
> "The Void stirs.
The Flame strays.
The Past bleeds.
The End returns."
Kaela drew her sword. "That's not a prophecy."
Neriya whispered, "It's a reminder."
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The Broken Temple
The next morning, we reached the edge of the world.
Literally.
