The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123: Seven

KIERYGAN’S POV

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I drummed my fingers against the polished table in a steady rhythm, impatience coiling tighter with each passing minute as we waited for Scylla, so the meeting could finally begin.

I turned to my right, to the only reason I hadn’t already snapped. Eirlys, absentmindedly stroking Nibbles’ ears. Beside her, Ulyanna sat poised and rigid, as always. Across from me, Orryx, Callum, and Evander wore nearly identical masks of boredom.

But it was Evander who finally broke. His hand slammed against the table, the sound sharper than necessary. “What in the hell is taking her so long?”

Ulyanna, unshaken, folded her arms. “Strange,” she murmured. “She’s never late. Always exactly where she’s meant to be.”

I exhaled slowly. Enough waiting. I leaned forward, my voice low and precise. “Very well,” I said, “we’ve wasted enough time…”

The chamber door swung open, slicing through my words. Scylla stepped inside, arms cradling a heavy tome that seemed to carry centuries in its weight. She adjusted her shoulders carefully with each step, as though the book might topple at the slightest tilt.

“Forgive me,” she said, her voice soft but earnest. “I’ve come all the way from Morvanya.”

She moved to sit beside Ulyanna, placing the tome gently on the table.

Evander’s brows knit together. “Why the hell were you in Morvanya?” His tone was sharp, edged with suspicion.

Scylla raised an eyebrow. “We were asked to uncover whatever we could about creation, weren’t we?” She cast a side glance at Evander before her gaze shifted to me. “Morvanya houses the largest and oldest archives in all the realms. It seems the most fitting place to

start.”

Evander’s eyes darkened, crimson flaring along the rims. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he snapped, voice tight. “Do you have any idea how my father treats outsiders? They don’t exactly roll out the welcome mat. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

Callum choked on a laugh, and I gave him a sharp glare-one I barely maintained while swallowing a smirk myself.

Scylla leaned back slightly, lips curling in a slow, teasing smile. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, voice light, almost sing-song. “King Lucius is… charming, in his way. And as for the

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prince…” She let the pause hang, letting Evander’s tension build. “You might learn a thing or two about hospitality from him. A true gentleman… though admittedly, a shameless flirt.”

Evander’s lips twitched, just enough to betray his irritation-and something sharper lurking beneath. He let out a soft, clipped scoff. “Surely you must have enjoyed the prince’s… flirtations,” he muttered, his fingers curling slightly against the edge of the table.

Scylla’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She leaned back slightly, letting her smile linger. “Who

wouldn’t?”

Evander’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening-black now where crimson had been. Thin, black veins traced outward from the corners, a subtle but unmistakable sign of his growing agitation. Even Eirlys, absorbed with her rabbit, jerked her head up to glance at them.

Before the tension could escalate further, Orryx slammed a fist onto the table, the sound echoing through the chamber. “For the love of all that is sane,” he barked, voice carrying with ease. “Both of you-find a vacant room and kiss already, so you can save the rest of us from this… exhausting display.”

It was rare to see my second lose his temper like that. Callum wore a smirk, Ulyanna kept her posture neutral, but the glint in her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement.

Eirlys shifted her gaze toward me, then leaned in. “I knew I wasn’t the only one who noticed something going on between them,” she whispered with a sly smile.

I nearly laughed at her innocent expression, but swallowed it down.

Clearing my throat to steady my voice, I turned back. “Scylla… the tome. What did you discover?”

The seer shrugged, flipping open the heavy pages of the tome. “Nothing we don’t already know,” she said casually, though her eyes flicked to each of us in turn. “But one detail caught my attention. The number seven… it keeps appearing.”

A beat of silence followed, the atmosphere subtly shifting. Even Evander’s irritation softened into a frown of curiosity.

Scylla continued, her voice steady. “Seven cosmic gods. Seven aspects of creation. Seven grains of light held by the Fae Queen-and her six guardians. Again and again, the number appears. In the oldest tongues, in the diagrams of ley-lines, even in the structure of magic itself.”

Ulyanna’s eyes narrowed, sharp as ever. “Even in witchcraft, the number seven is considered the most powerful. It represents spiritual evolution, balance, perfection.”

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I let my gaze sweep the table, noting each reaction. “It seems the Light Reaper favors the number as well,” I said, my tone clipped but deliberate. “He required the seven powers of the

Stellar Fae to be reborn.”

Callum leaned forward, the hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “Then perhaps there’s a way to disrupt that balance… that so-called perfection.”

Everyone nodded in silent agreement, and my heart flickered with hope-maybe there was a way to defy the prophecy, to thwart the Light Reaper’s plans. We just hadn’t found it yet.

Then Eirlys’ tentative voice broke the discussion, soft and careful. “How… how would the Light Reaper do it?” she asked, her gaze flicking toward me. “Would he… directly devour my light after drawing it out?”

Ulyanna shook her head, her expression grave. “I don’t think so,” she said firmly. “The fact that he had to send Morwenna and Mirael to retrieve two more relics suggests a ritual-a precise sequence he must follow to the last detail. If the number seven wasn’t enough indication, this is. Nothing is ever that simple. Even the gods were bound by some greater law when they shaped the universe.”

I turned my gaze to Scylla. “Did you see anything like that in your

vision?”

Scylla’s brow furrowed. “No. I only saw her… walking toward the Light Reaper. Surrendering herself. Then… nothing,” she admitted, her voice low. “I couldn’t see past that. It could mean the end-or simply that I’m not meant to see beyond it… yet.”

Eirlys swallowed hard, her jaw tightening. Without a word, I reached for her hand. Her fingers trembled slightly in mine, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyes met mine-wide, searching, and

full of trust.

I squeezed her hand gently, a silent reminder of the vow she’d made last night: If she burns, I burn too. She is not doing this alone.

Orryx raised a hand, his gaze distant, as if he were watching something far beyond the walls of the chamber. Then he spoke, calm but urgent. “I just received a mind link from one of my men. The blight… it’s spreading again. It returned in Silverpine, but this time, the nearby pack land was infected as well.”

Evander’s brow rose. “It’s spreading fast,” he said, his voice tight with concern.

I drummed my fingers against the table once, deliberately, before speaking. “It could be both a warning…and a necessity. He can no longer feed from Eirlys directly. Perhaps he’s hungry, and now must sustain himself another way.”

Ulyanna’s eyes flared with determination. “I’ll go at once,” she said, rising with the grace of

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