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Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 64: Fractured Reflections
The mirror pulsed again.Down in the forgotten crypts beneath Hollow City, beyond where the light dared tread, a fissure carved through the reflective glass like a wound splitting open across a corpse’s face. A whisper seeped through.Not words.Not quite.But presence.Watching.Waiting.The author's shards had not been erased by the Pen of Erasing. They had concealed withdrawal within the dark between tales, patiently waiting for the ink to stabilize. Kaiza had brought to a conclusion one iteration of the story. But stories, the author long ago penned, "are like roots; they delve, twist, split… and ooze when cut."And something now oozed.Far up, Hollow City stirred under a mellowed sun. The sort of sunrise that tastes like hope: warm, golden, pure. But Kaiza understood better. Hope was a deceitful thing draped in silk.He stood from the steps of the ancient chapel, cloak sweeping the ground, and watched as the Tethered rebuilt. Alie leaped over the stones, a basket full of recovere
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 65: Echoes in the Flame
The air within Hollow City felt thick with the promise of unwritten futures.Where the sky had once thundered with lightning smeared in ink, now it burned a warm ember and ash hue. The Pen of Undoing was gone, broken into dust and blown about by the winds that spoke the names of the newly born. But Kaiza felt their fight was hardly done.He stood atop the rubble of the tower, looking out into the distance where the horizon quivered like a heat mirage. Buildings rose risen from shattered stone, but a movement stirred down in the fractures beneath them.Soryn came up beside him, stepping softly on the charred stone."You feel it too, don't you?" she inquired.Kaiza nodded. "Something didn't bleed out with the rewrite."The tome they’d sealed still pulsed faintly in his satchel, as if struggling to breathe beneath layers of reality. It was supposed to be finished; they were supposed to be free. But the world was holding its breath, and Kaiza knew better than to trust silence.“We gave th
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 66: The Fifth Rewrite
The stars had only just started to die when the first quake hit.It was subtle—no mighty quake, no shrieking skies—but something down below stirred, as if a serpent was turning in its sleep. Soryn was woken up, her hand reaching for Kaiza automatically.He was already on his feet, standing naked by the open window of the tower room, golden morning light creeping over the scars on his back like memory."Something's wrong," he stated without looking.Soryn crept beside him, gazing out over the horizon.Hollow City rested in tranquility. No smoke blackened the air. Children played barefoot in the streets, laughter ringing off shattered stone. Vendors reopened their stands, and survivors rebuilt their dwellings.But beyond the ridgeline east, where no road went and no spirit dared venture, something stirred."What is that?" she asked.Kaiza didn't respond immediately.Because he already knew.A black plume erupted. Not ash. Not fire. Ink.They rode at dawn, skirting the silent boundary st
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 67: In the Inkstorm
The black tower yawned in front of them, towering, written into a million lines of evil literature, each with words that wheezed nastiness. And this was the core of the Fifth Rewrite, the last citadel of Kairen the impostor writer, the treacherous brother.Kaiza and Soryn stood on the precipice of madness.Wind composed of shredded parchment whipped around them. Ink fell from the air like rain, soaking into the earth and becoming distorted forms of memories, skeletons of decisions they had never taken. A Kaiza who had murdered Soryn. A Soryn who had become the Shadowborne queen. All their nightmares were here. All their terrors had a voice.Nevertheless, they moved on.This world isn't just being rewritten," Soryn grumbled, dropping her hood low. "It's rewriting us."Kaiza's jaw clamped. "Then we don't let it."They stepped into the Inkstorm.It wasn't just weather; it was alive. Words hurled at them like daggers, embedding in their flesh, whispering lies into their bones.Kaiza stumb
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 68: The Echo of the Unwritten
The dreams grew darker now.Not distorted by fear or sorrow but by the shadow of something forgotten. Kaiza stood in a forest that glimmered like paper trapped between worlds. Trees leaned backward. The earth breathed. And above, a blank sky throbbed like the pages of an unread book.In this dream, he wasn't alone.Standing in the clearing was a copy of himself—same voice, same height, but empty. Eyeless. Pale skin like parchment. Its mouth moved open and shut silently, its fingers smeared in ink that refused to dry."Give me the ending," it mouthed, again and again.Kaiza awoke to Soryn yelling his name.He panted, soaked with sweat, and surveyed the apartment they had occupied in the midst of Hollow City's reconstruction quarter. The dawn was not yet come, yet the horizon flushed pale blue toward morning.Soryn positioned herself by the window, the hand emitting the faint afterglow of remaining sigil energy an instinctual guard in the event he sprang at her during sleep.Kaiza drew
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 69: The Sixth Rewrite
The winds had shifted.Kaiza sensed it even before the temple bells tolled in Hollow City—the grinding slowness of fate twisting once more. For weeks, there had been peace. The sky above no longer ripped apart with the creaking of shattered timelines. The streets of Hollow City teemed with individuals rediscovering how to live.But deep within, Kaiza knew peace was borrowed time.He stood upon the topmost balcony of the Hall of Echoes, the ruin now refashioned into white stone and twilight sigils. The Pen of Undoing was lost, broken at the close of the Fifth Rewrite. But his mind was still a razor's edge—carved into him as a second self.Below, the city pulsed with life again.Children giggled. The Tethered had assumed new names, new meaning. They cultivated gardens on top of ancient ruins. Lioran's name was a silent prayer among them—whispered at dawn, when the light was gentle and the air was full of memory.Soryn sat down beside him with two mugs of spiced tea, her hair tied back,
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 1: The Blood of Shadowborne
In the isolated peaks of Mount Umbra, where the winds howled like restless spirits and the shadows stretched long beneath the moon, stood the Shadowborne Estate.It was a fortress of silent death, an impenetrable labyrinth of gothic spires and hidden corridors. Within these walls, legends were not spoken they were carved in blood.The Shadowborne name was feared across kingdoms. They were the masters of the unseen kill, the architects of whispered demise.Each generation bred assassins of unparalleled skill, molded through discipline, brutality, and an unwavering loyalty to the family's code. Among them was Kael Shadowborne, the youngest heir to this dark dynasty.Kael knew no other life than behind these walls. Since the day he learned to walk, the harsh realities of the bloody lore hanging over them had defined him, trained him to brandish a dagger before he knew how to hold a quill, taught him that feeling was a sin and hesitation, death.Yet, unlike his siblings, he harbored quest
Shadow Born Legacy Chapter 2: A Dance with Death
Kael's world narrowed to the figure before him, his brother Darius, whose presence seemed to draw the very darkness out of the night air.The pain in his shoulder was a searing brand, a constant reminder of the chaos he had unleashed upon the city. He had been running from the guards, but it seemed he had run into a far more sinister fate one that would drown him in a sea of blood and shadow.Darius's smile grew, his eyes glinting with malevolent intent in the dim light, like embers from a fire that had long since consumed all reason and mercy.Kael knew that look, knew what it meant his brother had come to collect him, to bring him back to face the consequences of his botched mission.The fact that Darius was here, waiting for him at the city gates, meant that their organization had already learned of Killian Voss's death and the messy aftermath.As Kael stood there, petrified, he could think of nothing but the carnage he had left behind in his wake. The merchant's wife still warm on
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Chapter 69: The Sixth Rewrite
The winds had shifted.Kaiza sensed it even before the temple bells tolled in Hollow City—the grinding slowness of fate twisting once more. For weeks, there had been peace. The sky above no longer ripped apart with the creaking of shattered timelines. The streets of Hollow City teemed with individuals rediscovering how to live.But deep within, Kaiza knew peace was borrowed time.He stood upon the topmost balcony of the Hall of Echoes, the ruin now refashioned into white stone and twilight sigils. The Pen of Undoing was lost, broken at the close of the Fifth Rewrite. But his mind was still a razor's edge—carved into him as a second self.Below, the city pulsed with life again.Children giggled. The Tethered had assumed new names, new meaning. They cultivated gardens on top of ancient ruins. Lioran's name was a silent prayer among them—whispered at dawn, when the light was gentle and the air was full of memory.Soryn sat down beside him with two mugs of spiced tea, her hair tied back,
Chapter 68: The Echo of the Unwritten
The dreams grew darker now.Not distorted by fear or sorrow but by the shadow of something forgotten. Kaiza stood in a forest that glimmered like paper trapped between worlds. Trees leaned backward. The earth breathed. And above, a blank sky throbbed like the pages of an unread book.In this dream, he wasn't alone.Standing in the clearing was a copy of himself—same voice, same height, but empty. Eyeless. Pale skin like parchment. Its mouth moved open and shut silently, its fingers smeared in ink that refused to dry."Give me the ending," it mouthed, again and again.Kaiza awoke to Soryn yelling his name.He panted, soaked with sweat, and surveyed the apartment they had occupied in the midst of Hollow City's reconstruction quarter. The dawn was not yet come, yet the horizon flushed pale blue toward morning.Soryn positioned herself by the window, the hand emitting the faint afterglow of remaining sigil energy an instinctual guard in the event he sprang at her during sleep.Kaiza drew
Chapter 67: In the Inkstorm
The black tower yawned in front of them, towering, written into a million lines of evil literature, each with words that wheezed nastiness. And this was the core of the Fifth Rewrite, the last citadel of Kairen the impostor writer, the treacherous brother.Kaiza and Soryn stood on the precipice of madness.Wind composed of shredded parchment whipped around them. Ink fell from the air like rain, soaking into the earth and becoming distorted forms of memories, skeletons of decisions they had never taken. A Kaiza who had murdered Soryn. A Soryn who had become the Shadowborne queen. All their nightmares were here. All their terrors had a voice.Nevertheless, they moved on.This world isn't just being rewritten," Soryn grumbled, dropping her hood low. "It's rewriting us."Kaiza's jaw clamped. "Then we don't let it."They stepped into the Inkstorm.It wasn't just weather; it was alive. Words hurled at them like daggers, embedding in their flesh, whispering lies into their bones.Kaiza stumb
Chapter 66: The Fifth Rewrite
The stars had only just started to die when the first quake hit.It was subtle—no mighty quake, no shrieking skies—but something down below stirred, as if a serpent was turning in its sleep. Soryn was woken up, her hand reaching for Kaiza automatically.He was already on his feet, standing naked by the open window of the tower room, golden morning light creeping over the scars on his back like memory."Something's wrong," he stated without looking.Soryn crept beside him, gazing out over the horizon.Hollow City rested in tranquility. No smoke blackened the air. Children played barefoot in the streets, laughter ringing off shattered stone. Vendors reopened their stands, and survivors rebuilt their dwellings.But beyond the ridgeline east, where no road went and no spirit dared venture, something stirred."What is that?" she asked.Kaiza didn't respond immediately.Because he already knew.A black plume erupted. Not ash. Not fire. Ink.They rode at dawn, skirting the silent boundary st
Chapter 65: Echoes in the Flame
The air within Hollow City felt thick with the promise of unwritten futures.Where the sky had once thundered with lightning smeared in ink, now it burned a warm ember and ash hue. The Pen of Undoing was gone, broken into dust and blown about by the winds that spoke the names of the newly born. But Kaiza felt their fight was hardly done.He stood atop the rubble of the tower, looking out into the distance where the horizon quivered like a heat mirage. Buildings rose risen from shattered stone, but a movement stirred down in the fractures beneath them.Soryn came up beside him, stepping softly on the charred stone."You feel it too, don't you?" she inquired.Kaiza nodded. "Something didn't bleed out with the rewrite."The tome they’d sealed still pulsed faintly in his satchel, as if struggling to breathe beneath layers of reality. It was supposed to be finished; they were supposed to be free. But the world was holding its breath, and Kaiza knew better than to trust silence.“We gave th
Chapter 64: Fractured Reflections
The mirror pulsed again.Down in the forgotten crypts beneath Hollow City, beyond where the light dared tread, a fissure carved through the reflective glass like a wound splitting open across a corpse’s face. A whisper seeped through.Not words.Not quite.But presence.Watching.Waiting.The author's shards had not been erased by the Pen of Erasing. They had concealed withdrawal within the dark between tales, patiently waiting for the ink to stabilize. Kaiza had brought to a conclusion one iteration of the story. But stories, the author long ago penned, "are like roots; they delve, twist, split… and ooze when cut."And something now oozed.Far up, Hollow City stirred under a mellowed sun. The sort of sunrise that tastes like hope: warm, golden, pure. But Kaiza understood better. Hope was a deceitful thing draped in silk.He stood from the steps of the ancient chapel, cloak sweeping the ground, and watched as the Tethered rebuilt. Alie leaped over the stones, a basket full of recovere
Chapter 63: Ashes and Ink
The stillness after the storm was chilling.Where Hollow City had thundered with magic, chaos, and forgotten voices, now there was only the quiet of breath, the measured draw of a world catching itself before it breathed anew.Kaiza stood at the edge of the crumbled tower's remains, his boots caked in dust and strewn ash. The Pen of Undoing was in pieces at his feet, every piece quietly humming before it dissolved into vapor. All that remained now was the book sealed, bound by their will, a new law of destiny born of rebellion.Behind him, Soryn folded her arms across her chest, not from chill but from the weight of what they'd done. Her hair was stuck to her face in wet stripes, her sigil still warm beneath her skin like a memory unwilling to let go."You alright?" Kaiza asked, voice gruff.She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked past him, barefoot over stone, until she stood where the sky once tore open. Her eyes trailed upward, to where the clouds were now pink with sunri
Chapter 62: The Sigil of Thorns
The desert was not hospitable to travelers.Its winds breathed like snakes across burned dunes, bearing murmurs from ancient graves lost beneath centuries of sand. Soryn covered her eyes against the burning sun as her mare pushed through the treacherous ground. The long-abandoned road to the crypts of the south had disintegrated years ago, devoured by the wilderness and silence. Each step away from the Hollow City seemed to lead her deeper into a memory that wasn't hers but someone who had once possessed her face, used her name, and breathed in another version of this world.The pendant Kaiza had left her thrummed softly against her breast, warm to the touch. A connection. A thread to tug her back if the memories proved too weighty.Soryn's hand brushed the hilt of her sword more from habit than warning. That far south, nothing survived long enough to cause harm, barring the possible exception of what had already been dead once.She arrived at the cliffs of Marazath at sunset, where th
Chapter 61: The Shadow That Knows Our Names
The moon hung low in the air, bathing the Hollow City in a silver light as Soryn stood at the top of the eastern tower's spire. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the remains of the Old Order lay hidden beneath layers of old stone and years. Below her, life bustled. Children laughed. Merchants haggled. Bells clanged from temple courtyards.But peace, she knew, was only the quiet between storms.She caught her breath as the wind whirled by her cloak, bringing with it the fragrance that halted her heart for a moment: roses and ash.Her mother's perfume.It didn't make sense. Her mother had been killed during the purge of the Shadowborne when Soryn was a child, sheltered in the tunnels under the mountain citadel as the world above went up in flames. She recalled the screams. The flames. The quiet that came after. Kaiza had discovered her there, shaking and covered in ash, the last of the forgotten children.And yet, that smell persisted. Authentic.A flicker in the darkness at str