Chapter 51:
The Siege at Velruhn
On the fractured world of Velruhn—a dead star wrapped in black winds—an ancient city still pulsed with fragile life. Carved into obsidian cliffs and fortified with spiritual geometry older than empires, Velruhn had become a refuge for mystics and wanderers—those forgotten by heaven, yet remembered by the earth.Mother Earth takes care of her children.
One of them was a boy called Elarin.
Unbeknownist to him, he bore the thinnest echoes of Errin's awakened bloodline. But in him, the sliver had rooted. His eyes sometimes burned with fire during dreams. His touch could heal cracked earth. Animals followed him. Children called him "Spirit Brother." and he always generous responded in kind.Brothers!
The Terminators came for him on the darkest night.
They descended in silence, cloaked in soul-burning auras. The city shuddered under their presence. Velruhn's defenders—warrior monks and blood-bound guardians—stood no chance. They fought, bled, and fell. The Terminators did not show mercy,they were here to carty out an edified judgement..
But Elarin didn't run. He couldn't run....
As their blades neared, something inside of him broke open—not with fear, but remembrance. A warmth flared in his veins. Ghostly figures of ancient warriors edged into his young blood, ancestors with hollowed eyes and burning hearts, stood behind him in spirit.
And then—he spoke their names.
One by one.
One begets two,
Two begets Three.
Three begets all.
The air rippled. A dome of ancestral flame rose around Velruhn, halting the Terminators for the first time in all their campaign.
Confused, they attacked.
But the flame resisted
and then fought back.
Elarin's body became a conduit. The seal that once locked away the ancient bloodline screamed and began to dissolve. The sliver inside him expanded. He grew. Not in size—but in presence.
With a roar that tore across dimensions, he shattered the soul-forged blade of the lead Terminator and sent its core spiraling into the Void.
A Terminator had been destroyed.
It had never happened before.
The tempest pushed the others back, reeling , stunned in shock. A pause—long enough for fate to twist.
The bloodline, sensing survival, activated within Elarin. Not enough to make him divine. But enough to make him impossible to kill without notable consequences.
He became a lure. An alternate flare of light in the web of fate.
The rest of the Terminators sensing this change,the death of their own turned toward Velruhn, leaving behind their wider hunt. Obsessed with finishing what one of their own could not.
But that was Errin's plan.
From his hidden domain, the true vessel stirred, eyes barely open. He had felt Elarin's defiance. And in that moment, a thread of his will merged with the boy and strengthened his resolve.
"You've bought me time," he whispered, voice echoing through realms. "Now let them come."
The hunter had become the hunted.
And the real legacy… remained untouched.