Chapter 89

Chapter 89 – The Eye Beyond the Veil

The eye in the sky did not blink.

It watched.

Unmoving. Ancient. Older than time's breath.

Selene couldn't breathe as its gaze pierced the fabric of the world. It wasn't just seeing—it was remembering. Her. Valerian. The curse. The prophecy.

> "It knows us," she whispered, barely standing.

Valerian's hand wrapped around her waist, anchoring her. "It doesn't just know us. It wrote this."

The battlefield had gone deathly still. Even the wind had stopped. Soldiers—vampire, wolf, witch, and human—stood frozen, their shadows elongated as if the light around them had begun to stretch in unnatural directions.

And then, with a groan like a mountain breaking in half, the Cathedral of the Order cracked open.

From within, they came.

Hollow figures. Robes without faces. Floating. Silent.

"Memory Keepers," Valerian hissed, drawing his blade of shadowlight.

Selene turned her gaze toward the High Templar still standing on the cathedral steps. His eyes glowed with cruel joy.

"You thought this war was about blood and crowns?" he called. "No. This war was always about the world behind this one—the realm of the Forgotten. You are the omega not meant to exist, Selene. And now, the one who watches has come to correct your mistake."

She stepped forward, voice rising. "You sealed that realm off generations ago! No one was meant to cross!"

The High Templar tilted his head. "And yet here you are. A contradiction so loud, it woke the Eye."

A scream tore through the clouds.

The first of the Memory Keepers struck.

It didn't swing a weapon. It touched a soldier—a moon witch—and the woman dropped to her knees, convulsing as all her memories drained out of her in threads of silver light. Her name, her magic, her family—gone.

Valerian lunged and slashed at the creature, his blade passing through it like smoke.

"They don't die," he growled.

"Then how do we fight them?" Selene cried, backing into a defensive stance as another Keeper hovered closer, targeting her.

"You don't," came a new voice.

From the burning ridge beyond the battlefield, a figure emerged—cloaked in moon-dust, his hands bound in golden thread, eyes burning like candles in an endless night.

Ezryn.

The final prophet. The one who had vanished from the prophecy itself.

Selene recognized him instantly—not from memory, but from the dreams that had haunted her since she was a child.

Ezryn approached, ignoring the chaos. Even the Memory Keepers paused as he came closer, their formless heads tilted with wary reverence.

"You," Selene whispered, her voice cracking. "You left the prophecy half-finished."

Ezryn stopped three steps away from her. "I didn't leave it. I buried it."

Selene's hands clenched. "Why?"

He looked up at the burning eye.

"Because the moment it was fulfilled, the Eye would awaken—and reality would unravel."

Valerian stepped between them. "Then help us stop it."

Ezryn looked at him, sorrow deep in his voice. "You can't stop what's already seen. The Eye doesn't just observe—it remembers what should have been. Selene, your existence was never meant to happen. But because you exist... the seal is broken."

The battlefield trembled.

Above, the sky bent inward. The Eye pulsed once—and a ripple tore across the stars like glass cracking.

Time stuttered.

Soldiers screamed, ages flashing over their faces. Some turned old. Others vanished entirely.

Selene threw up a shield of moonfire, protecting the remaining ranks.

Valerian stood beside her, his voice low. "There's got to be something we can do."

Ezryn took a deep breath. "There is. But it will cost everything."

Selene looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"You must enter the Forgotten Realm," he said. "And end the Eye at its source."

Valerian stiffened. "That realm kills mortals in seconds."

Ezryn nodded. "Yes. Unless they're already dead."

Silence.

Selene's heartbeat faltered. "What?"

Ezryn looked at her. "You died once already. That's why you carry the Crown. That's why the Eye fears you. You crossed the veil the moment you were born—and it didn't notice until now."

Valerian gripped her hand. "You're not going alone."

Ezryn's gaze fell on him. "No... You're going with her. The Night King was born from the Forgotten. You've always been its weapon. But now, you must be her shield."

The Eye blinked once.

And the earth screamed.

The Cathedral cracked in two. The High Templar vanished into it. And from the broken altar of the Order, a gateway began to open—a spiraling void of obsidian threads and violet flame.

Ezryn turned to Selene one last time. "This is the final descent."

Selene took a breath. "We go together."

Valerian squeezed her hand, eyes burning with devotion and deathless love.

"To the end," he said.

"To the rewrite," she whispered.

Together, they stepped into the abyss.

The Eye watched them go.

And the Forgotten Realm welcomed its children home.

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