Chapter 80 Traces Of Light

• The morning sun had just begun to gild the peaks when Kelvin strode through the palace courtyard. The crisp air carried the scent of pine and earth, but beneath it lingered something faint, something almost imperceptible—a pulse of warmth, a soft rhythm that seemed to call only to him. He paused, fingers brushing against the pendant resting against his chest, the shard’s faint glow mirrored within it.
• His dreams had left him restless, a mix of longing and determination coiling tightly around his chest. The vision of her—Lucia—still lingered, as delicate and untouchable as morning mist. Her words echoed in his mind: “Don’t chase me through the dark. Guard what’s left. When the shard calls, follow it. That’s where I’ll be.”
• Kelvin’s hand clenched around the hilt of his sword, not out of need, but habit—a tether to the world while his heart reached toward hers.