Chapter 104
Kael lay still.
Not unconscious.
Not dead.
Just... absent.
His body remained, but his flame—his essence—had been unraveled from the world's memory.
Even the fig tree, bound to his blood, no longer recognized him.Its roots recoiled.
Its petals grayed.
The cradle beside it lay in silent denial.
Eliendara knelt beside him, trembling.
"His name... won't stay in my mouth."
She tried again.
"Ka—Ka—"
The word turned to dust on her tongue.
She looked at Vaern with horror.
"He's being unmade."
Vaern's jaw clenched.
He didn't speak.
Didn't grieve.
He focused.
Inside him, the silver-black flame twisted violently—not in fear, but in resistance.
"He's still in there.I can feel him.The world might forget—but I remember."
And so, Vaern did the impossible.
He sat down beside Kael's body.
Closed his eyes.
And entered the flame.
Not the world's flame.
His own.
To find the piece of his twin still glowing—buried in the last corner of memory untouched by Tharos.
He plunged inward.
Through memories.
Through pain.
Through silence.
Through forgotten battles, lost names, abandoned cradles.
And finally—
He reached it.
A single flicker in endless dark.
Kael.
Alone.
Cold.
Watching the world vanish from inside out.
"Why did you come?" Kael whispered.
"Because I'm not letting the world take you from me," Vaern replied.
"It's already forgetting me…"
"Then we'll build something it can't forget."
Vaern extended his hand.
Kael hesitated.
Then took it.
And suddenly—
flame exploded.
But not silver.
Not blue.
Not divine.
It was something new.
A fire not bound to memory.
Not made of fate.
Not subject to gods or silence or ash.
A willfire.
Born of choice.
Born of refusal.
Born of bond.
Outside, Eliendara gasped as Kael's chest arched upward.
A burst of light—black at the edges, white at the core—thundered out of him.
The fig tree bloomed in reverse, then forward again.
Roots rewove into the earth.
The cradle reappeared.
The village whispered his name again.
Kael opened his eyes.
Alive.
Remembered.
And beside him, Vaern whispered:
"Now we know what fire can't touch."
"And we'll make sure Tharos learns it."
Far below, in the hollow of the world, Tharos stirred.
It did not speak.
But it watched.
And for the first time in eternity…
it hesitated.
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Tharos begins to fracture as it confronts something outside its design—willfire.
Kael and Vaern prepare to strike first.
But to win against a force that cannot be named…they must give it a name.
And that name must hold enough meaning…
to make even nothing feel fear.