Book Four – Chapter 8
The Devourer
The crimson eye stared down from the heavens.
Its pupil was a swirling abyss, endless and empty, as though it contained every night that had ever existed.
The sea became still.
The wind stopped.
Even the sunlight seemed afraid to shine.
Elian felt the Compass of Remembrance grow cold in his hand.
"What... is the Devourer?"
The Author did not answer immediately.
Instead, he looked toward the sky with an expression that mixed fear and sorrow.
"It is the end of unfinished stories."
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Elian frowned.
"I don't understand."
Arkon stepped beside him.
"Every life is a story."
"Every kingdom is a story."
"Even the stars have stories."
The Author nodded.
"When a story is remembered..."
"It continues to inspire."
"When it is forgotten..."
"It
