Chapter 94 – The Name in the Shadows

The city was no longer quiet.
Not because of riots or flames—those had already been swallowed by the night.
But because whispers had taken their place.

In taverns, in guard barracks, in the hushed corners of the market, one name had begun to circulate like a curse.

Kael.

The man who vanished from death.
The shadow that tore through chains.
The one who stood against a world written without him.

Aria pulled her cloak tighter as she moved through the crowd. Even she could hear it now, voices rising like an unseen tide.

“They say he walks with darkness itself.”
“No… they say the darkness obeys him.”
“Either way, he’s no ordinary fugitive. He’s the omen of something worse.”

Every word was a blade—sharp, dangerous—but also powerful. Fear was spreading. And belief, she knew, was just a step away from worship.

In the governor’s chamber, a council of trembling men whispered of assassins, mercenaries, and soldiers to send.
But one man—cloaked in white sigils—only smiled.

“Do not waste steel,” he said. “The boy’s existence is already tearing cracks in the world’s faith. We need only… push him further.”

His eyes glinted with hunger, like he wasn’t a servant of the city but of something far greater.

That night, Kael stood at the edge of the rooftops, looking down at the streets alive with whispers of his name.

He did not ask for this. He did not crave their fear.
But he could feel it—belief shifting, bending.
And if the world had decided to turn him into a shadowed myth, then he would wield that myth like a weapon.

Kael clenched his fist. “If they call me a ghost, then I’ll haunt them all.”

The shadows stirred. The legend grew.