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The crack did not sound like stone breaking.
It sounded like breath—released after centuries of restraint.
Anna staggered as the fracture spread through the ancient stone in her chest, light bleeding through the fissures like dawn through shattered glass. Pain followed—but quieter now. Controlled. No longer tearing.
The Wind Whisperer pulsed in her grip.
Not violently.
In rhythm.
The air around her shifted, responding not to fear, not to command—but to recognition.
Anna gasped as the wind threaded into her veins, cool and sharp, filling spaces that had once only held ache. It did not overwhelm her. It did not demand.
It listened.
The temple changed.
Runes dimmed from blazing gold to a soft silver glow. The water in the channels slowed, smoothing into calm, mirrored ribbons. Even the ceiling—once lost to darkness—seemed to lower, as if the structure itself had leaned closer to observe her.
Shou Feng did not move.
But the shadows around him withdrew, folding back into stillness as his power recognized that the moment no longer required dominance.
His gaze never left Anna.
She swayed.
He was there instantly.
One hand caught her elbow, steady but careful, as though she might fracture if held too tightly.
"You're still here," he said quietly.
Anna laughed breathlessly. "Disappointing, I know."
Mong let out a hysterical snort. "You just bonded with a legendary weapon older than recorded history and that's your takeaway?"
Kiyoshi stepped forward at last, awe plain on his face. He lowered his head—not to Anna, but to the Wind Whisperer itself.
"It has never bowed," he murmured. "Not to kings. Not to gods."
The wind stirred at his words, brushing Anna's cheek like a passing sigh.
She looked down at the crossbow in her hands.
It no longer shimmered wildly. The fragments that once orbited it had settled into the weapon's form, threading themselves into the limbs and frame like veins knitting into bone.
It was complete.
"So," Mong said carefully, "does it, uh… shoot?"
Anna didn't answer.
Because the moment she thought about it—
The wind answered first.
A ripple of pressure surged forward, harmless but undeniable, pressing Mong back several steps until he hit a pillar with an undignified yelp.
"OKAY. That's a yes."
Anna winced. "Sorry."
The Wind Whisperer hummed softly.
Shou Feng's mouth curved faintly. The expression vanished almost immediately, but not before she caught it.
She met his gaze.
Something unspoken passed between them.
The air grew heavy again—not with threat, but with inevitability.
"You've changed," Kiyoshi said quietly.
Anna swallowed. "I don't feel different."
"You are," he replied. "The stone did not break to free power. It broke to make space."
"For what?" she asked.
Kiyoshi looked at Shou Feng.
Then back at her.
"For choice."
The temple began to tremble.
Not violently—more like a creature shifting in its sleep.
Cracks spidered along the floor, shallow but spreading, the runes flickering uncertainly.
Mong's expression sobered instantly. "Uh. That doesn't look like the good kind of structural failure."
Shou Feng straightened. "The temple is done."
Anna frowned. "Done with what?"
"With waiting," he said.
The wind surged once—sharp, urgent.
Anna understood immediately.
"It wants to leave," she whispered.
The Wind Whisperer warmed in her grip.
"Yes," Kiyoshi said softly. "And the temple cannot exist without it."
Stone groaned.
A pillar split cleanly down the middle.
"Well," Mong muttered, already backing toward the exit, "this was fun, enlightening, mildly traumatizing—can we go now?"
They ran.
The corridors twisted differently than before, stone shifting and collapsing behind them as if the temple were erasing its own paths. Wind guided Anna instinctively—left, right, down—nudging her just ahead of falling debris, lifting her over fractures that yawned open beneath her feet.
At one point, the ground gave way entirely.
Anna fell—
—and the wind caught her.
Not roughly.
Not desperately.
It lowered her gently onto solid ground, like hands releasing something precious.
They burst out of the temple moments later as the mountain exhaled behind them.
The entrance collapsed inward with a sound like distant thunder.
Silence followed.
The sky above had changed.
Clouds churned slowly, spiraling outward from the mountain peak, no longer trapped, no longer bound.
Anna stood very still.
The Wind Whisperer rested against her shoulder now, light as a thought.
Shou Feng stepped closer.
"You should be afraid," he said quietly.
She looked at him. "I'm not."
"That's what concerns me."
She studied his face—so carefully controlled, so used to power bending around him rather than through him.
"I don't feel powerful," she said. "I feel… responsible."
His eyes darkened.
"That," he said, "is far more dangerous."
The wind stirred between them, curious.
Anna tightened her grip on the crossbow.
Somewhere deep within her chest, the cracked stone settled—no longer a cage, no longer a weapon.
A doorway.
And something on the other side had begun to wake.
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To be continued...