Chapter 315: Edge of the Broken Vale
Samuel's POV
The wind here didn't howl.
It whispered.
Like it had secrets to share but only if you were mad enough to listen. The sky above the Broken Vale was a bleeding canvas of dying stars, and the ground beneath us cracked with every step — like the land itself was still protesting what had been done to it.
I walked ahead, Roselle and Nocturne at my flanks, with Owen and Henry hanging back, watching our rear. Even they could feel it — the pressure in the air. The taste of forbidden knowledge. Like this place wasn't meant to exist.
But it did.
And somewhere within it stood the one who broke the seal that bound the Forgotten Gate.
We crested the jagged ridge of obsidian, and there — standing alone at the heart of a shattered monument — was a figure.
Not monstrous.
Not divine.
Just... human.