Chapter 135 - The Cave’s Whisper

The wind howled through a jagged ravine, its icy claws tearing at Kael El's cloak as he crouched at the mouth of a shallow cave, the western valley a distant memory. Snow swirled in the late afternoon light, obscuring the path his small team had carved toward the southern ruin Vren spoke of—a labyrinth of stone and crystal, older than the Nexus. Stormforged Blade rested against the cave wall, shard-pommel humming faintly, like a pulse caught in the storm. EX: Dragonflame Reaver lay sheathed at his hip, Stormhide Armor battered by the wind, Lyra's fierce spirit and Rhea's steady love a warmth he carried in his chest. His flirty smirk was gone, replaced by a tense frown, masking a gnawing unease—Vren's cryptic warnings, the storm's fury, and the weight of leaving the valley pressing on his soul. He brushed EX: Gold Dominion, golden veins threading weakly through the cave's stone, molten but faint, echoing the shard's strained pulse.