Kaelen stood at the broken railing, his knuckles white against the wet stone. Below, the fires of the Obsidian Uprising flickered like false stars. Above, the evacuation bells tolled for the third time. He could feel her presence behind him—that familiar warmth that used to mean home. Now it meant a choice.
The argument had ended forty-seven minutes ago, but the silence between them was louder than any scream. Dilemma of Devotion -Ch.2 Ep 4.5- By PulseHaven...
Instead, the sky above the Half-Light Terrace turned gold—not from fire, but from the flare of a single, impossible choice. Kaelen stood at the broken railing, his knuckles
He closed his eyes. The rain traced the scars on his jaw. He could feel her presence behind him—that familiar
To be continued in Dilemma of Devotion – Ch.2, Ep. 5: “The Weight of Mercy”
“The Order requires total devotion,” he said, each word a rehearsed blade. “You knew this when you took your vows.”