Chapter 187
The Shadow's Grasp
The shadow lunges for the silver thread, forcing Kaelen and the traveler to fight for the garden's last hope. The child's fading song offers a fragile defense, but the obsidian shard demands a choice that could sever the connection forever.
The shadow struck before the man could raise the obsidian shard.
A black tendril, slick and cold as oil, wrapped around the silver thread where it rose from the crack in the stone floor. The thread pulsed once, a note of pain that rang through Kaelen's chest like a bell struck in a hollow room. He gasped, his hand flying to his own palm, where the silver thread emerged from his skin, warm and trembling.
The man lunged forward, swinging the obsidian shard. The blade's edge caught the tendril, and a hiss filled the chamber—a sound like steam on frozen ground. The tendril recoiled, coiling back on itself, but another took its place, thicker, darker, reaching for the thread higher up.
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