ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 330: REALITY KICKS IN

The silver shimmer marking the Hybrids’ exit had barely faded before Naena turned her back to the Circle of Resonance. Her long robes whispered over the ancient stone as she walked past Kaelen and the others without a word. She paused beside Eirana.

"Take them to the West Hollow," she murmured low, her voice sharp and precise. "It’s shielded, warm, and far enough for them to rest... but close enough for me to call if needed."

Eirana hesitated. "What about the—?"

Naena’s eyes glinted. "Leave the Elves to me."

Eirana nodded and gestured for the others to follow her. Several Nullcarver tribesmen took position around the group, not out of mistrust, but as a show of guidance and respect.

Kaelen gave one last glance toward the towering statues of the Seven Juggernauts before following Eirana into the side corridor, the resonance in his body still faintly humming like an ancient furnace waiting to ignite.

Once the group had disappeared into the curved tunnel, Naena turned slowly to face the Elven contingent.

They stood like obsidian pillars—tall, poised, spears angled at their sides, tension rippling through their lean frames. Their commander, who apparently is known as a sharp-jawed woman back in the Elven territory, stepped forward and spoke.

"Elder Naena," she began in a clipped voice, "you cannot let them leave. That boy carries the Pandora. That man—" she nodded to the departed Hybrid— "spoke on behalf of the Celestials. And the Hollow has just responded to him. This isn’t just tribal business anymore."

Naena tilted her head slightly, as if regarding a child who dared challenge her in her own home.

"With respect," she said, "you are in the Hollow of the Nullcarvers. This is sacred ground, and you are only permitted here because I allowed it. If you think I’ll let you dictate who comes and goes in a place that predates your entire kingdom, you’re not just arrogant, you’re blind."

The Elven commander’s jaw clenched. "The fate of Aetheris—"

"—rests on more than your politics," Naena cut in coolly. "You’ve had your time. You’ve seen enough. And you should be wise enough to know this isn’t your battle to claim."

The air hung taut between them.

But after several long seconds, the commander gave a silent nod, motioning her warriors to lower their weapons.

"Very well, Elder. But we will return with the Council’s judgment."

"Do," Naena said, already turning her back. "But do so respectfully—or not at all."

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Meanwhile, at the West Hollow, hours Later

The chamber they were led to opened beneath a great arch of quartz and carved bone, with soft bioluminescent moss coating the ceiling in a dull green glow. Warmth radiated from thermal vents beneath the stone flooring, and woven leaf-mats were laid out in a circular pattern for resting.

They sat in a loose circle. Kaelen said nothing. His sword was gone. The Hybrids had delivered a divine ultimatum. And all the while, something burned behind his eyes—a quiet storm, held barely in check.

Morris broke the silence first, sitting cross-legged across from him.

"You know... I used to think the world was cruel just because we weren’t strong enough," Morris muttered, running a hand through his tousled hair. "But this? This is like a play staged by gods using mortals as puppets."

Ethan, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded, snorted.

"You say that like it’s new. We’ve always been pawns, Morris. Some of us just fight better from the center of the board."

Guinevere raised her head. "Kaelen..." she said softly, "the Celestials—if they’re serious about stripping you of everything... we need to plan. We need to train harder, move smarter."

Lila nodded. "And this thing with Endless... the Leech... it’s all connected. We can’t fix Aetheris without unraveling his whole plan."

Kaelen didn’t speak.

Eirana, sitting beside Lila, studied his face. "You’ve barely said a word since the Circle. Not even when the Hybrids showed up. Not even when they threatened to take your power."

His eyes finally lifted. Calm. Controlled.

"Because it doesn’t matter."

The group went silent.

"I don’t care what the Celestials threaten. I don’t care about their ultimatums or prophecies or two-year windows."

He slowly stood, the resonance in his veins subtly reacting to his rising will.

"All I care about is getting my Blade of Eternity back."

"And making Endless—that my dear family head Kael—and that damn Dark Magi—pay."

His words cut through the chamber like tempered steel. Not just anger—but purpose. A quiet rage wrapped in clarity.

Kelvin, who had remained silent all this time, stood beside him.

"Then we start tomorrow," he said simply. "We finish what the Hollow started."

Morris grinned faintly. "Two monsters walking the path of the Juggernauts... that’s never gone wrong before."

Guinevere chuckled, though the fire in her eyes matched Kaelen’s. "We’re with you."

Eirana stared at him a moment longer.

"But if you walk this path with revenge in your heart," she said softly, "you might not like what it shapes you into."

Kaelen’s gaze turned toward the ceiling, where the mosslight shimmered faintly like stars.

"That’s fine."

"So long as it forges me strong enough to kill gods."

Not long after, the subtle rustling of the moss-draped entrance announced Naena’s return. The old matriarch’s silhouette stood framed by the faint green glow as she entered the West Hollow chamber where Kaelen and his companions had begun to settle for the night.

Kaelen looked up, his body still tense despite the warmth of the chamber. The others had grown quiet in her presence—not out of fear, but deep respect.

Naena’s gaze swept over them slowly, her ancient eyes narrowing slightly at the tension still humming beneath their skin like unsheathed blades. She exhaled softly.

"You all need rest," she said in a voice that brooked no resistance. "The Hollow’s resonance is calm tonight. Let it heal your inner rivers."

She took a final glance at Kaelen. "The path you’ve chosen will take everything from you... so gather your strength while you can."

She turned. "Eirana, with me."

Eirana blinked, surprised, but quickly stood. She bowed once to the others before following her grandmother through a different passage—one that led deeper into the Hollow and away from prying ears.

After a while, Eirana found herself in a place that is much older compared to the other places in the settlement.

Even the air was heavier, infused with silence and memory. The walls bore carvings too ancient to translate—sigils of the first Qi Bearers, etched before mana ever touched the world.

Naena moved with a purpose, her every step deliberate. When she stopped, she did so before a stone dais shaped like a jagged crescent, with a candle of black flame flickering softly at its center.

Eirana stood still behind her.

"Grandmother..." she finally said. "What is this place?"

Naena didn’t answer at first. She reached into her robes and retrieved a tightly sealed scroll, its binding stitched in hair-thin metal thread.

"This was written in the time of the Sixth Juggernaut," she said, placing the scroll on the dais. "Instructions... for when the boundaries of this world would weaken."

"You’ve seen what the Hybrids warned us of. You’ve seen Endless. You’ve seen how the Elves have suddenly shown interest in a forest they ignored for centuries."

Eirana swallowed. "You think they’re moving... to war?"

Naena finally turned to face her. "I think... they’re choosing a side. And they may not choose ours." freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Which is why," she said, voice tightening, "I need you to go into their territory. Find out what their council is planning. How much they know. What they intend to do if Kaelen or the Hybrids act first."

Eirana’s fists clenched slightly. "You’re asking me to spy on an entire kingdom."

"No," Naena corrected. "I’m asking you to protect this tribe. And that boy." She stepped forward. "You saw the resonance, child. You saw how the Seven Paths bent to him and Kelvin. We have not seen this since before the Fall. If the Elves intend to interfere with his path... we need to know."

There was a long pause.

Eirana looked away. "I don’t want to go. I just..." her voice wavered. "They’ll sense I don’t belong. They’ll interrogate me. Kill me."

Naena placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "They won’t. Not unless you’re careless. And not unless you forget what you’ve become."

"You are the only one in the Hollow aside from Kaelen and Kelvin who’s reached the Fourth Stage of the Juggernaut techniques. That means you’ve walked further than your brothers and sisters. You’ve even mastered the elusive Breath of Absence and Ironfold Pulse. You’ve stepped into the River of Silence. That gives you strength even the Elves will overlook."

Eirana’s eyes slowly widened. "...You knew I broke into the Fourth Stage?"

Naena smiled faintly, pride touching her stern features. "I felt it."

Another long silence.

Then finally, Eirana exhaled sharply, brushing her silver sword’s hilt with her fingers. "How long do I have?"

"As long as you need. But no longer than the moon cycle," Naena replied. "If war is coming, it will begin with whispers, not blades."

Eirana nodded once. She took the scroll, tucking it into a hidden compartment beneath her robes.

As she turned to leave, Naena spoke one last time.

"And Eirana... remember who you are. You are not just a Nullcarver. You are my granddaughter. We don’t bend."

"We carve paths through the impossible."

Eirana gave a final bow—low, reverent—and then disappeared into the passageways that would eventually take her out of the Hollow and toward the green-shrouded realm of the Elves.