Chapter 59 The Mountain That Breath

• The air thickened with heat as Elira and Kael stepped deeper into the glowing corridor, the mountain’s throat pulsing with golden veins that twisted and shimmered like a living thing. Each step felt like a descent into the belly of an ancient beast—one not asleep, but watching.
• Kael stayed close, one hand resting near his sword, though the steel felt almost pointless here. What good was a blade against something older than gods?
• The winged woman—Ashara, she’d finally named herself—moved ahead without hesitation, her wings trailing sparks as they dragged gently across the curved stone. “The others will not touch you,” she said without looking back. “You’re not prey. You’re kin.”