Chapter 32 The Forgotten Path

• The dawn broke in muted colors, casting a pale light over the ruins of Eryndor. The flame that had answered Kael’s call had left its mark on the land, and now it seemed to lie dormant—silent, but watching. The air around them felt thinner, like something was holding its breath, waiting for the next move.
• Kael stood at the edge of the temple, his back to the others. His thoughts were far away, tracing the flicker of that flame, the whispers that had brushed against his mind. He’d felt the curse stir again, deep within his chest, like a memory too old to name. That voice, that presence—it wasn’t just his brother’s. It was something more, something ancient, buried beneath layers of time and blood.
• “Kael?” Elira’s voice broke through his reverie.