Chapter 79 – The Blade That Denied Fate

The silver fire stormed higher as Serin stepped forward, weapon shimmering with sanctified radiance.

Kael’s voice shook the air. “So it’s true. You would cut me down… not as an enemy, but as proof?”

Serin’s grip tightened. His eyes weren’t cruel—they were steady, burdened by a conviction Kael couldn’t shatter.
“The world cannot endure you. Someone had to end this delusion… and it had to be me.”

Aria pressed against the barrier, screaming. “Serin, don’t—!”

But the Council’s cage silenced her.

The first strike rang out, steel carving against shadow-born chains. Sparks flew, tearing through the chamber’s silence like a scream.

Kael staggered back, his heart thundering louder than the clash. This wasn’t an enemy’s blow—it was the strike of a brother, forged by years of battle, now turned against him.

He raised his hand, shadows swirling like a storm. “If you’ve chosen this path… then I’ll carve my truth into it!”

The chamber quaked, walls groaning as their duel began—a clash not just of weapons, but of fate itself.

The Council leaned forward, their voices cold with satisfaction. “Yes. Let one blade prove what prophecy could not.”

As sparks lit the dark, Kael realized: this wasn’t merely survival.

It was judgment.