CHAPTER 83.

Chapter 83 – The One Who Dreams in Ink

The winds howled above the summit of the shattered heavens, where stars flickered like dying candles. In the silence between heartbeats, Jean stood upon the precipice of realms, the light of Solstice dimmed, and Eclipsion humming with echoes of war.

Below her, the world bled.

The Dragon War had broken every border—between nations, between gods, between life and death. The sky was cracked. Time was limping. Yet she remained, unyielding.

She clenched her fist.

A searing warmth stirred inside her—not of fire or aura, but of something older. Etched deep in her soul like scripture carved into stone. The Primordial Codex.

Its presence coiled gently through her thoughts, not as a voice, but as intention. She did not speak its name aloud, but the Word of Unmaking stirred.

A word that had once stopped Virexion the Branded—Antares' black-flamed lieutenant—dead in his rampage during the ill-fated Dragon Accord.

That word had bent the laws of existence.

And it whispered now—not in menace, but in readiness.

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The Convergence Begins

The emissaries were gathering again.

Illyana of Ice stood upon a glacier that reached into the sky, her frost aura streaked with strange, runic veins.

Seraphine Durnstahl burned across the western skies like a falling comet.

Karen, wings of storm and lightning, soared with Raigen screaming defiance into the clouds.

Even Vaelros, half-shadow and half-something-else, waited in the hollows of the dying moons.

And Jean, bearing the Codex in her soul, called to them.

One by one, they came. Drawn not by command or duty—but by belief.

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The Sleeper Beneath Time

In the deepest depth of the Divine Realm, beneath thrones abandoned and prayers unanswered, something stirred.

It was older than the dragons. Older than Antares.

It did not roar. It did not burn.

It dreamed.

And in its dreams, it wrote with ink made from stars—and erased names from history with the swipe of a single finger.

The One Who Dreams in Ink had begun to awaken.

And its first thought was Jean Luther.

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