CHAPTER 85: EMBERS OF THE FIRST FLAME

LUCAS

The First Bearer stood like a statue resurrected from a time before names.

Pale. Towering. Her skin cracked with glowing veins that pulsed in rhythm with the very earth. The Ashborn—the beings Sophia’s mercy had birthed—stood frozen, uncertain. Even the child, who had named itself the v...

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