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In the war-torn kingdom of Velmora, a prophecy foretells that only one warrior can wield the legendary blade Solmara and end the centuries-old war. That warrior is Kael Dain, a battle-hardened outcast raised among mercenaries, unaware of his true lineage.

But the prophecy comes with a cruel twist—Kael must forsake love, for the one he gives his heart to will bring the kingdom to ruin.

Then he meets Seraphine, a mysterious healer with eyes like molten gold and a past shrouded in secrets. Drawn to her in ways he cannot explain, Kael discovers too late that Seraphine is tied to the prophecy—her blood unlocks Solmara’s true power, and if she dies, the blade awakens.

As dark forces rise and betrayal lurks in every shadow, King Varos, a ruthless ruler obsessed with fulfilling the prophecy for his own gain, seeks to capture Seraphine and bend fate to his will.

Now, Kael faces an impossible choice: sacrifice the woman he loves to fulfill his destiny and save the kingdom, or defy fate and risk plunging the world into eternal war.

the fatebound blade

The world stood unnaturally still.

Kael kept his arms wrapped tightly around Seraphine, his heart pounding in his chest. The Arbiter was gone, unmade by the Oracle's will but there was no victory in the air. Only foreboding.

The Oracle's presence hummed with power, an ancient force that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of reality. Their gaze remained fixed on Kael, studying him as if searching for something unseen.

"You are not free," the Oracle murmured. "You have merely severed one chain."

Kael stiffened. "Then tell me, what happens now?"

The Oracle's expression did not change. "Now, the gods will awaken."

A shiver crept down Kael's spine. He had always believed the gods watched from afar, distant and indifferent. But if they were to truly awaken…

The war would be unlike anything the world had ever seen.

Seraphine stirred in his arms, her fingers weakly brushing against his. "Kael," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "We need to move."

The Oracle nodded. "She is right. You have shattered a prophecy older than time itself. There will be consequences."

Kael exhaled sharply and helped Seraphine to her feet. Her body trembled, still recovering from the Arbiter's grasp, but her resolve burned in her golden eyes.

The Oracle turned to the sky. "We prepare."

A sudden crack of thunder split the heavens, and the air trembled.

Kael and Seraphine followed the Oracle as they left the ruins, moving swiftly through the dense, ancient forests that bordered the sacred land.

The ground beneath them hummed with restless energy, as if the very earth knew what was coming.

Kael stole a glance at Seraphine. Her breathing was steady, but he could still see the exhaustion in the way she moved. The Arbiter had almost erased her from existence, the thought made his blood boil.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll get through this."

She met his gaze, her lips curving into the faintest smile. "Together."

The Oracle didn't look back as they continued walking. "You must leave this land before nightfall. The longer you stay, the more likely the gods will strike here first."

"The city of Eldoria," the Oracle said. "There is one there who can help you."

Seraphine's brows furrowed. "Who?"

The Oracle's voice remained unreadable. "The one who forged the Fatebound Blade."

Kael's grip on Solmara tightened. The forger of his sword? He had always believed the blade was crafted by divine hands, but if someone mortal had created it…

There was more to his weapon than he had ever realized.

And if the gods were coming, he would need to understand everything about it.

They moved quickly, the thick forest gradually giving way to rocky terrain. Kael's mind raced with questions, but he forced himself to focus. The Oracle had given them a path forward—now, they had to survive long enough to reach it.

Then—a gust of wind unlike any other howled through the valley.

The Oracle's head lifted sharply, their eyes narrowing. "They move faster than I expected."

Seraphine tensed beside Kael. "What is it?"

The Oracle turned to them, their expression grave. "The first of them is here."

Kael's breath caught. Something massive descended from the heavens, wreathed in fire and light.

The trees bent under the sheer force of its presence. The ground cracked beneath its weight. The air turned to embers.

A figure emerged from the inferno, tall and terrible, its armor pulsing with golden veins of divine energy. Its eyes burned like twin suns, and when it spoke, its voice rang through the mountains like a war drum.

Kael stepped forward, his grip tightening on Solmara. This was it.

Chapter 21 : The God’s stir