The Rift’s Unseen Chains

Kael's Path – A Warrior Without Direction

The snowstorm had worsened.

Flakes of ice bit into Kael's skin, carried by winds that howled like the dying screams of a battlefield. He walked through it, his boots leaving deep impressions in the untouched frost.

He had no destination.

Just distance.

> Keep walking.

That was all he could do.

He had thrown away the Obsidian Shard. Thrown away the Rift's whispers. Thrown away everything that had once defined him.

And yet—

His hands still trembled.

His mind still echoed with the King's words.

> "You were never my son."

Kael exhaled sharply, the breath misting in front of him.

It wasn't the words that haunted him.

It was the truth behind them.

He had known. Somewhere, deep down, he had always known. He was never Aldric's heir. Never family. He had been a sword, sharpened and wielded until he was no longer needed.

And now—