Chapter 96: The Last Dawn

The world held its breath.

For one suspended heartbeat, everything stood still—the screaming wind, the trembling earth, even the writhing mass of Mortibhar's corruption froze mid-lurch. The Crown's dark flames encircled Aurelia and the Original, binding them together in a helix of light and shadow.

Then time snapped back into motion.

Aurelia's golden radiance pulled, drawing Mortibhar's essence toward her like a riptide dragging a drowning man under. The Original's darkness pushed, her power carving channels through the filth, forcing it into the waiting snare of the Crown's unraveling magic.

Kael scrambled to his feet, his chest burning as the shard-echo inside him flared to life. He understood now—why it had never faded, why it resonated with every step closer to this moment.

It wasn't just a remnant.

It was a trigger.

Lucian staggered toward him, half his face ravaged by the Crown's dissolution, one eye still bleeding shadows. "Kael—don't!"

But Kael was already moving.

He ran straight into the storm.

The shard-echo screamed as he breached the edge of the collapsing ward, its heat scorching his ribs from within. Mortibhar's tendrils lashed at him, but Aurelia's light intercepted, shielding him just long enough—

—for Kael to slam his palm against the Original's outstretched hand.

The shard-echo detonated.

White fire erupted from Kael's chest, fusing with the Crown's dark flames. The blast ripped through Mortibhar's form, not destroying it, but unmaking it—peeling back layers of corruption to reveal the glistening, vulnerable core beneath.

The Original's shadowed fingers closed around Kael's wrist. Her voice, when it came, was almost gentle.

"This is why she chose you."

Then she pushed him back—straight into Aurelia's waiting arms.

Kael had one final glimpse of the Original's face—not monstrous, not cruel, but tired—before she turned and plunged into Mortibhar's exposed heart.

The explosion of light and shadow that followed was beyond sound, beyond sight. Kael felt Aurelia's arms tighten around him as the world bent, then folded, then—

—silence.