Chapter 79:
The Face Behind the Veil
The void trembled as the shadowed hand of the Betrayer King hovered above the storm-torn battlefield. Between dimensions, he watched—a god cloaked in layers of deception, older than memory, crueler than logic. Yet, for the first time in aeons, he hesitated.
The unborn child—Nayel—had smiled. But it was not a child's smile. It was the knowing curve of fate itself, a smirk carved from cosmic understanding.
> "I remember you," Nayel had said.
And that changed everything.
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I. Eyes of the Endless
Inside the birth cocoon, Nayel's soul twisted through forgotten dreams, piecing together shards of a forgotten lineage. He drifted between lives—not lived, but destined. He remembered being a king without a throne, a general without a war, a spark before the fire.
He remembered the Betrayer King.
> "You were not always the enemy," his voice echoed inside the ether.
Each memory reawakened a sealed part of his divine body. The lungs of thunder. The heart of silence. The spine of stars.
Outside, Errin staggered, leaning on his blade. His divine blood still burned with the shards gifted by the ancestors. But it wasn't enough. Not against the true face behind the veil.
> "He's coming," Errin whispered.
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II. The Decision of Fire
Around Errin, the warriors of the Accord held their ground. Kei'la limped beside him, her body pierced but spirit defiant.
> "Errin," she said, "if we stay here, we die."
> "If we leave, the Hunt will find him again."
> "If you die," she snapped, "so does his future."
He looked toward the cocoon of light, Nayel's body suspended like a sun waiting to ignite. The choice before him was bitter:
Stay and burn in a hopeless war.
Retreat into the void, where the laws of destiny were twisted, where only echoes could survive long enough to become gods.
Errin gritted his teeth. Then he turned.
> "We retreat."
Kei'la blinked. "You're sure?"
> "He needs time. Not a victory." He looked up. "Just a chance."
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III. Between Worlds
Errin whispered a command, and the final ancestral fragment flared. A hidden seal within the battlefield cracked open—a forgotten gate between worlds. The void yawned open, terrible and full of madness.
Into it they leapt.
As they vanished, the Betrayer King's hand slammed down—too late.
Only the echoes remained.
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IV. The King Remembers
High in the Throne of Veils, the Betrayer King stood alone, watching through a tear in space. His hand trembled.
> "It cannot be," he muttered. "That child… That soul..."
He reached toward the crystal mirror of recollection, where ancient faces blurred and sharpened.
One face emerged.
His brother.
The King fell back, choking on his own breath.
> "Impossible... I killed you."
But fate does not die—it merely waits to be reborn.
And across the stars, in the safety of the void, Nayel stirred again.
His unborn fingers twitched.
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Next Chapter: 79 – The Song of Reversal
As the Accord hides in the Void Temple, Nayel's awakening accelerates. The Betrayer King seeks allies, fearing the child may be more than just divine—he may be the return of what was erased.
Shall i ?