Chapter 292 Rite of Binding - Rise of Veyrundis
Third Night
The Secret Garden, Old Willcraft Stone Circle
The night breeze carried the scent of aged roses, signaling the passage of time and evoking memories of lost moments. The full moon hung overhead like an all-seeing eye watching from the sky, silently witnessing every event unfolding beneath its soft, luminous glow.
Fitran stood at the edge of the stone circle he had seen two days ago. This time, candles were placed on each stone, their flames shimmering in shades of blue-green—a color of ancient magic.
Beside him, Sheena wore a silver gown adorned with black lace. The Caereth family emblem dangled from her necklace, yet her expression was resolute, no longer hiding any doubt.
Tonight... they were calling upon the will that writes their fate.
Sheena stepped into the circle. The carvings on the stones began to glow.
As her foot crossed the threshold, an unusual cold enveloped them—not just any cold, but a time-frozen chill, as if the circle separated them from the outside world. Within this boundary, time, meaning, and will became fluid concepts, blurring the lines between reality and dreams as they stood on the precipice of transformation.
Fitran stared at Sheena, his eyes filled with hope buried deep within his soul. "Sheena," he said softly, "are you truly ready for this? This call cannot be undone. Once summoned, Veyrundis will come." Memories of their first discussion about this ritual flooded back, showcasing the clash between fear and desire, as if the two potent emotions were locked in a battle for control over their very souls.
Sheena raised her hands. Her fingers trembled, not out of fear, but because she was finally making a choice that could alter the course of their lives. Because in the end... she chose. "I know this decision is heavy, but this is my path. We can no longer avoid our fate." Her voice quivered, reflecting the tension and opposing convictions brewing within her heart.
"I am starting the Rite of Binding." Her voice was clear, even as the wind tried to snatch her words away.