Chapter 137
Lucian's POV
Here, the wind did not blow. It whispered.
Not fair. With voices.
Whispers ran through the ash, like breath, but so loud it grated into my skull. Names. Screams. Pleas. My name was repeated and repeated, not as a welcome.
With every step I took, the ground beneath me cracked like a piece of old bone. Not stone. Not dirt. Just ash. Foggy layers of it, heavy as fog, and yet not heavy at all. My footprints were not on the ground. Nothing to go back by. I did not even know that I was walking.
I did not experience my body.
However, I experienced it.
The thing forward. The pull.
It stood waiting in the silence.
Ash-Born.
No monster. No myth. It was only a truth I had so much buried that forgetting was survival.
But then, no more lies.
No illusions anymore.
