If you crave emotional power, cursed swords, and lost legacies — this is your story.
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Ceremony Day
The plaza of Harrow's Reach overflowed. Nobles. Citizens. Soldiers. Spies.
All watching a boy too young to stand before history.
Cavell stood beside me.
> "The world sees what it believes," he whispered.
"So give it something to fear."
The crown wasn't placed on my head.
It was burned into my hand.
A sigil of molten gold — the mark of the Valtaris Line.
The crowd gasped. Some knelt. Others ran.
And from the far rooftops…
She watched.
The chained girl.
Her name?
> "Lyssia. The one he left behind."
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Aelira's Spiral Begins
Aelira stood in the wings, smiling. But her magic?
Unstable.
Glyphs wrapped her spine now. Her eyes flickered blue, then red, then void-black.
> "You good?" I asked.
> "I'm fine," she lied.
> "You're glowing like a death relic."
> "So are you."
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Ravian Spots the Threat
Ravian moved through the crowd. Calculating. Watching.
Then he saw her — Lyssia. No longer chained. Dressed as a courier. Too young. Too calm.
And staring at Sakamoto.
> "She's Echoborne," he whispered.
> "How do you know?"
> "Because I see his magic in her."
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End of Chapter Cliffhanger
As I lifted the ceremonial blade…
I heard her voice in my mind.
> "I waited for you, Sakamoto."
> "Who are you?"
> "I'm the promise you broke."
And across the sky…
A symbol burned again — the Eye and Spiral.