Chapter 65 — Cracks in the Bond
The weight of constant war was beginning to carve grooves into their souls.
Three weeks had passed since the Siege of Vaelthorn's Reach. The victories were coming, but each one demanded more from the Veilheart Keystone — and more from the soul bond that powered it. Liora felt the strain like invisible cracks spreading through glass. Cairis felt it as a growing shadow in the back of his mind, a fear that refused to be silenced.
They stood together in the royal war room late into the night, maps of the northern territories spread across a massive obsidian table. Reports of new Celestial incursions and Korthrax's riftspawn probing attacks covered every surface. The Veilheart Keystone rested in the center, its once-vibrant twilight glow now flickering unsteadily.
