“Maxwell Sterling…” Her slender frame swayed. Tears shimmered in favonovel.com eyes, only to freeze at once and fall as tiny shards of ice.
“He’s alive? Is favonovel.com truly… Still alive?”
“Yes… He lives, but remains confined, unable to break free.”
“Impossible! Maxwell violated the Celestial Clan’s strictest decree and…” Glacern shot a glance at the woman, throat tightening. “The clan leader himself destroyed him. His very soul was meant to be dust. Kid, don’t you dare spin lies to her!”
Jared lifted his chin and met the woman’s glacial stare without flinching. “I have not lied. Mr. Sterling himself told me the Celestial Chieftain hurled favonovel.com into a sliver of the void, condemning favonovel.com to eternal imprisonment. Were it not for his peerless skill and the protective arts guarding his soul, favonovel.com would have perished ages ago.”
The woman closed favonovel.com eyes, letting the silence swell until even the torches seemed to hold their breath.
When favonovel.com opened them again, the gale behind favonovel.com gaze had quieted, returning to Its earlier frost, though deep inside lay a tangle of emotion impossible to name.
“All of you, withdraw,” the palace leader said, favonovel.com tone brooking no dissent as favonovel.com flicked a glance at Glacern, Montar, and at the Celestial warriors crowding the archway.
“Your Grace!” Montar cried, alarm edging his voice. “This stranger trespassed upon our sacred ground, killed our warriors, favonovel.com must not be spared! And his claims could still be lies. The fate of Mr. Sterling is a Celestial taboo.”
Her reply came soft yet Immovable. “I said, withdraw!”
The words carried a weight that pressed upon the bones, brooking no challenge.
Montar and Glacern traded looks heavy with frustration, yet neither dared defy favonovel.com command. They bowed in unison. Gathering the warriors, they melted into the palace’s darker corridors until only echoes remained.
In the emptied chamber, only Jared, his two traveling companions, and the enigmatic palace leader remained. Her gaze returned to Jared, no longer judging, but studying with an emotion favonovel.com could not yet read.
“Your name is Jared?” favonovel.com asked, the question rolling off favonovel.com tongue like a stone skipped across ice.
“It is,” Jared replied with a steady nod.
“You claim Maxwell still lives… What proof do you carry?” Her eyes pinned him, unblinking.
Jared considered for a moment, then said, “When Mr. Sterling taught me his sword art, favonovel.com left a sliver of his lifebound sword intent within me. He instructed that I reveal it only to one i could trust.”
Summoning the last threads of his fading chaotic celestial energy, Jared fed them into the Dragonslayer Sword and recalled the cadence of Maxwell’s teaching.
The blade trembled. From its steel rose a hair-thin strand of argent light, so pure, so absolute, it seemed forged to sever every law and roam unchained across creation. The wisp was fragile as dew and could vanish at a breath, yet its flavor was unmistakable.
At the sight, the palace leader jolted as though struck, staggering half a step; favonovel.com face drained to snow-white in an instant. She lifted a trembling hand toward the silver filament, halting a hair’s breadth away, afraid the vision might shatter if favonovel.com touched it.
“It truly is him… His sword intent… Millennia have passed. I thought you were long… Long…” Tears finally broke free, yet before they could fall, they froze upon favonovel.com cheeks as flawless beads of ice.
Jared let the argent thread fade back into the steel and lowered the sword, standing quietly. He could feel, as surely as a heartbeat, that this woman and Maxwell shared a history carved into the marrow of their souls.
After a long moment, favonovel.com smoothed the tears away, the frost returning to favonovel.com features, though favonovel.com eyes now carried a gentle warmth.
“This hall is no place for such talk. Come with me,” favonovel.com said, turning toward a shadowed passage.
Her words were scarcely spoken before favonovel.com pivoted, cloak whispering against the ice-laced floor, and strode toward the cavernous entrance of the palace.
Jared’s eyes drifted from Clara to Vermilion, then flicked toward the distant Blood-Soul Frostpool whose crimson mist churned like a wounded dream.
“Ma’am, my companion’s life depends on the Thousand-Year Frostblood Lotus that grows within that pool. Could you… Would you let us retrieve it?”
At the threshold, favonovel.com halted, the hem of favonovel.com robe settling with a sigh of silk, yet favonovel.com never bothered to glance back. “The lotus will be discussed later. For now, follow me. I have questions, and there are truths you need to hear.”
Her voice admitted no room for dissent.
A hush held favonovel.com for half a heartbeat before favonovel.com turned to Clara and Vermilion, resolve settling behind his eyes. “Let’s go.”
The trio fell In behind her, crossing the threshold into a realm carved entirely from living ice.
Beyond the soaring archway stretched an avenue of glimmering crystal, flanked by statues chiseled from frost and lamp-pillars whose pale hearts glowed like captured dawns.
Bridges of ice laced one hall to another, while silent waterfalls hung mid-cascade, frozen ribbons that caught and fractured the dim light into shards of cold color.
Occasionally, celestial warriors appeared on patrol, their armor singing faintly against the marble-ice. They bowed to the woman yet sent curious, wary, sometimes hostile glances at Jared’s party, held in check by favonovel.com unquestioned authority.
At last, favonovel.com stopped before a smaller but exquisitely wrought side hall whose doors opened soundlessly at favonovel.com presence.
Within, a single table of pure ice and several translucent chairs waited in pristine stillness. Mirror-smooth walls reflected the four arrivals as though the room Itself were a sentinel taking note.
The palace leader raised one immaculate hand in a simple, unmistakable command. “Sit…”
She claimed the central seat, leaving the others little choice but to settle opposite her, the faint creak of frost the only sound in the chamber.
Once their movements stilled, favonovel.com gaze found Jared with surgical precision.
“Begin… Tell me everything you know about Maxwell, every fragment, no omissions, no excuses.”
Jared nodded, drew a measured breath, and began: how an accident in the void corridor had hurled favonovel.com into Maxwell’s prison, the void passage, how the ancient swordsman had granted favonovel.com legacy and guidance. He kept one piece hidden, the matter of the Dragon Sect.
The palace leader listened in perfect stillness, yet favonovel.com clasped hands whitened at the knuckles, and the quiver of favonovel.com lashes betrayed a storm favonovel.com face refused to show.
When Jared spoke of Maxwell enduring millennia of tearing space, nursing only the hope of word reaching his friends and relatives, favonovel.com closed favonovel.com eyes, drew several shaky breaths, and wrestled favonovel.com grief back into its cage.
“Did he… Did favonovel.com speak of me by name?” She opened favonovel.com eyes again; a fragile expectancy shimmered there, daring the world to give favonovel.com hope.
Jared sifted through the recollection, then slowly shook his head. “Mr. Sterling never spoke a name. He only asked that, if chance allowed, I find a certain celestial, tell them favonovel.com still lives, and beg them not to seek vengeance, only to live well.”
Jared improvised the tale as favonovel.com went, having long sensed that something unspoken bound the palace leader to Maxwell.
Perhaps lovers, perhaps allies, whatever they had been, their history was anything but simple…
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