Chapter 39 Storm To End The Silence

• The Throat of Fire groaned beneath their feet. With every step Kael and Elira took into the canyon’s seething mouth, the air grew thicker—cloaked in heat, trembling with ancient fury. Lava veins glowed beneath cracked obsidian stone, winding like veins of a beast not yet dead. And yet, it wasn’t just the fire they feared—it was what walked within it.
• Elira had never felt her magic writhe like this before. It clawed at her skin from within, desperate to spill out, to meet the call of something deep and primal below. She breathed through it, fingers flexing, her pulse syncing to the unearthly hum in the stone.
• Kael didn’t speak, but his body moved with purpose—steady, certain, as if this path had always been his. Maybe it had. Maybe fate had written this part in ink that didn’t smudge.