The world went silent.
Not ordinary silence.
The kind that came before the end of everything.
The Headmistress hung suspended above the abyss, black shadows piercing through her chest while blood dripped slowly onto the glowing seal beneath her feet.
And her final words echoed endlessly through the chamber.
“You were meant to become one.”
Nyra stared at her in horror.
“No…”
The Headmistress coughed weakly.
Golden light flickered around her dying body.
“It was never a curse, Nyra.”
The Vein King laughed softly below them.
Satisfied.
Patient.
Ancient.
“Now she understands.”
Kael’s silver flames erupted violently as he tried burning through the shadows holding the Headmistress.
But every flame disappeared into darkness instantly.
The chains surrounding the abyss snapped one after another.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The seal was dying.
Nyra’s breathing became uneven.
Golden cracks continued spreading across her arms now, glowing brighter beneath her skin like molten sunlight.
The Hollow Flame pulsed with every heartbeat beneath the mountain.
And suddenly—
She understood.
Not fully.
But enough.
The Vein King had never chosen her randomly.
It had been connected to her from the beginning.
Born with her.
Growing with her.
Waiting.
The Headmistress forced herself to speak again through the pain.
“Long ago… humans tried to kill the Vein King.”
The chamber walls trembled violently.
“But they couldn’t destroy it.”
Her golden eyes filled with grief.
“So they divided its soul.”
Nyra’s stomach dropped.
One half sealed beneath Moonfang Academy.
And the other—
Inside her.
The realization hit like a blade.
The Vein King whispered lovingly:
“You are my heart.”
Nyra stumbled backward.
“No…”
But memories kept flooding her mind now.
Ancient rituals.
Blood-covered priests.
A crying infant glowing with golden fire.
Silver wolves surrounding the child protectively.
Seraphine.
She had never been fully human.
Not even in her first life.
Kael looked at Nyra desperately.
“Don’t listen to him.”
The Vein King’s laughter deepened.
“You still lie to her.”
Kael froze.
Nyra slowly turned toward him.
And suddenly—
She knew there was more.
Something worse.
“What aren’t you telling me?” This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Kael’s silence answered before words could.
The Headmistress closed her eyes painfully.
“He hid the final truth.”
Kael’s expression broke instantly.
“Stop.”
But the Headmistress continued anyway.
“Every time Seraphine reincarnated…”
The Vein King’s heartbeat thundered louder beneath the chamber.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
“…Kael found her first.”
Nyra frowned shakily.
“What does that mean?”
Kael looked unable to breathe.
The Headmistress whispered softly:
“He killed you every lifetime before the Vein King could fully awaken inside you.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Nyra stared at Kael.
The world tilted around her.
“No…”
Kael’s silver eyes filled with agony.
“I tried to save you.”
“How many times?”
Her voice cracked.
Kael couldn’t answer.
And that silence hurt more than anything else.
The Vein King laughed beneath them.
“Again and again… he murdered the girl he loved.”
Nyra stepped backward slowly.
Every memory crashing together now.
Different lives.
Different deaths.
Always Kael.
A knife.
Poison.
Fire.
Even drowning once beneath frozen water while Kael cried holding her body afterward.
Nyra’s chest tightened violently.
Tears blurred her vision.
“You promised to protect me…”
Kael looked shattered.
“I was protecting you.”
“No,” Nyra whispered brokenly.
“You were killing me.”
The words destroyed him.
Silver fire around his body flickered weakly.
For the first time—
Kael looked truly dead.
The Vein King’s voice softened.
“Come to me.”
The black tendrils surrounding the abyss slowly reached upward toward Nyra again.
Gentle.
Welcoming.
“No more dying.”
The whispers inside her head changed now.
Not screaming.
Begging.
“END IT.”
“STOP RUNNING.”
“BECOME WHO YOU ARE.”
Nyra grabbed her head painfully.
Golden fire exploded around her again.
The entire chamber cracked apart.
Silver wolves howled desperately.
Liora screamed as collapsing stones crashed around them. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Kael immediately moved toward Nyra—
But she instinctively pushed him away.
The force exploded outward violently.
Kael slammed against a stone pillar hard enough to shatter it.
Everyone froze.
Nyra stared at her own hands in horror.
Golden flames spiraled around her fingers like living creatures.
Power surged endlessly through her body now.
The Vein King sounded almost proud.
“Beautiful.”
The abyss below began glowing crimson.
And slowly—
A colossal figure started rising from the darkness.
Not fully formed.
Just pieces.
A gigantic skeletal arm covered in eyes.
Massive black horns emerging through shadow.
A mouth filled with endless rows of teeth smiling from the abyss.
Students far above screamed faintly through the mountain.
Moonfang Academy was collapsing.
The Headmistress looked at Nyra desperately.
“There’s still time.”
Blood poured from her lips.
“You must choose before the final seal breaks.”
Nyra trembled violently.
“What choice?!”
The Headmistress looked heartbroken.
“You can destroy the Vein King forever…”
The chamber suddenly went silent.
Even the heartbeat paused.
Then she whispered:
“…but you will die with him.”
Kael immediately shouted:
“No.”
But the Headmistress kept speaking.
“Or…”
The crimson eye below widened slowly.
“You can merge with him completely.”
The Vein King smiled.
“And never be alone again.”
Nyra’s tears fell silently.
Because after every lifetime of pain…
Every abandonment…
Every death…
Part of her wanted it.
The loneliness inside the darkness felt familiar.
Safe.
And terrifyingly—
Like home.
Then suddenly—
A deafening roar exploded through the chamber.
Everyone looked upward.
The ceiling of the underground seal chamber cracked open violently.
And something enormous descended from above.
A giant silver wolf.
Far larger than the others.
Its fur glowed like moonlight itself while ancient runes burned across its body.
The silver wolves around the chamber immediately bowed.
Even the Vein King went silent.
The giant wolf’s glowing eyes locked onto Nyra.
And inside her mind—
A voice echoed softly.
Ancient.
Gentle.
“Little flame…”