Chapter 126 Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Six

• Kael’s boots barely made a sound as he followed the glowing path that had risen beneath him. The cavern walls shivered with ancient power, as if the very stone remembered the footsteps of those long dead. The air was thick with centuries of suppressed energy, old blood, and whispers that only the Hakana could interpret.
• “…this way…” the voice whispered again, faint yet insistent, like wind weaving through the roots of a buried tree. “…the one who forged the first blade awaits…”
• Kael’s eyes narrowed. He had to remind himself: this wasn’t some ghost story, some legend told to frighten children. This was real. And it called to him, not because of his bloodline, but because he was strong enough to wield it. Strong enough to survive it.