The silence had a sound.
That was the first thing Kairos noticed as he stepped through the shattered remnants of the outer wall. The air didn’t just feel still — it resisted. Every movement, every breath, pushed against something unseen. And in the center of it all stood the Fourth Weapon Holder, cloaked in an aura that shimmered like a memory you weren’t supposed to have.
He wasn’t a man.
He wasn’t even a creature.
He was a note—held too long in the breath of a dead god.
The Song of Silence had begun.
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Kairos took another step, bare feet brushing over ash-covered stone. His body pulsed with untethered energy. Lightning crackled faintly beneath his skin. Shadows twisted around his ankles like serpents guarding their king. And the flickering embers of fire danced around his shoul
