The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160: To End the Endless

EIRLYS’ POV

When I opened my eyes, there was only silence.

No clash of steel. No thunder. No screams. Nothing-just silence.

For a moment, everything was a blur. The light was so bright it burned the edges of my vision. I squinted, blinking once… twice… until the whiteness began to fade.

Slowly, the light around me softened, and shapes began to emerge from the haze. Stone arches. White marble veined with gold. A faint shimmer at the center-a fountain, its water spilling gently into a shallow pool that rippled like liquid starlight.

I pushed myself upright, every muscle trembling. My palms pressed to the marble floor- smooth, flawless, and warm beneath my touch. It didn’t make sense.

This wasn’t Altierra. It wasn’t anywhere I’d ever seen.

I turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. Beyond the arches stretched no sky, no void-only light, endless and eternal, reaching in every direction.

“Where… am I?” I whispered. Only the quiet murmur of water answered.

The last thing I remembered was falling-the rush of air, the dizzying plunge, Kierygan’s roar echoing above the storm. My body had felt hollow and spent after letting off the last flare.

The soothing sound of the fountain drew me closer. I stepped carefully, my bare feet whispering against the marble floor. Each droplet that fell caught the light, scattering it across the air like diamonds in sunlight.

Then I heard a hum. Soft, faint, and heartbreakingly familiar. The same melody that had once haunted my dreams.

I turned toward the sound. It drifted from beyond one of the archways. My chest tightened as I followed it, each step slow and deliberate, as if moving too quickly might cause it to vanish.

That’s when I saw her.

She sat on a white stone bench beneath an arch bathed in soft light, her gown flowing like liquid moonlight. Her silver hair shimmered with every breath of wind, and her hands rested gently in her lap.

“Mother…”

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The word escaped me, faint and trembling.

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She turned at the sound of my voice, her smile tender and knowing-just as I remembered it from my dreams. “My sweet child,” she said, her tone a soft caress. Then she patted the space beside her, motioning for me to sit down.

I moved toward her in a daze, unable to look away-afraid she might vanish if I did. My legs

trembled as I sat beside her.

“This isn’t Vallea Illura,” I whispered at last. “What is this place?”

My mother’s eyes softened. “This is not a place of earth,” she said gently. “Nor of heaven.”

I looked around again. The air shimmered faintly, as if the world itself were breathing. “So… this is where souls go?” I asked, my throat tightening. “Am I… dead?”

She smiled faintly, shaking her head. “No, my light,” she said. “Death hasn’t claimed you. Not yet.”

Her words did little to lift the weight in my chest. “Then…is this a dream?” I asked, frowning.

Her smile deepened. “Not quite,” she said in a calm, quiet tone. “You stand in the space between what is real and what is remembered.”

“I… I don’t understand,” I whispered.

Her smile was patient, tinged with sorrow. “I don’t have time to explain, my Eirlys. You must return to your world soon… and finish what must be done.”

I swallowed, but the knot of panic in my chest tightened. “Mother… what am I supposed to

do?”

“You already know,” she said in a tender voice.

What little hope I still held began to falter. “But I don’t,” I choked out. “You told me to shine my light, but I don’t know what that means. Do I really have to give myself up? Do I really have to die?”

Her sigh was soft, almost rueful, and it pierced me more than any words could. “It’s the only way, my light.”

Tears welled, blurring the space around her. My voice cracked. “Why won’t you tell me what it means? Why won’t you… why won’t you just tell me?”

She was still. Only the fountain murmured, rippling in the silence between worlds. I could feel her weighing her words. Then she shook her head ever so slightly, a shadow of regret

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“There are laws in the universe older than the stars,” she said at last, her tone gentle yet absolute. “Even here, they bind me. I cannot speak beyond them. All I can give you is what you already hold. Shine your light.”

“What laws, Mother?” I sobbed, small, desperate cries that seemed to shake the very air. I

wanted answers, certainty. Anything.

But I knew, deep in my bones, the answer she could give me.

Shine your light.

I continued to sob, eyes locked on her, silently pleading for answers. But she was already looking past me, gaze cast outward, distant and impossibly serene.

Then her figure began to glow-a light so bright I had to squeeze my eyes shut.

When I dared to open them again, the light had vanished. The realm of impossible white dissolved, swallowed by shadows and the flickering firelight.

Chaos returned with a roar. Steel clashed, cries of the living and the dead rang out, and my body pressed against the chest of Kierygan’s dragon, his scales warm beneath me. I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath mine, pounding like a drum through the storm.

Kierygan was still. But not for long.

His wings beat with desperate force, lifting us higher and higher, as his golden fire collided with the black flames of the two undead dragons. I could feel the exhaustion radiating through him-the heat, the strain of battle in every muscle. Yet he fought on.

Below us, the battlefield was a torrent of struggle. The warriors were faltering, driven to their limits, bloodied and battered, magic waning. Even the strongest of them, were being pushed back, overwhelmed. Their exhaustion was a tangible, and I felt it as deeply as if it were my own body under siege.

A cold clarity settled over me. No matter how many times we burned through the undead, no matter how many waves we drove back, they would rise again. And again.

Until our strength ran dry. Until nothing remained of us but ash and broken bones.

I reached for him through the bond. “Kierygan.”

He growled low in his throat. “Eirlys. I’m glad you’re awake,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything. Just rest.”

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“Kierygan, listen to me.” My voice trembled, but my resolve held. “I have to end this. I have to.”

His reply was immediate, fierce and disbelieving. “No. No one’s giving up.”

“Kierygan!” I forced the words through. “This won’t end, and you know it. Our people… they won’t last for long.”

I ran my hand along his scales, as though it might be the last time I felt them. “I can feel it… in my bones. I need to do this.”

Silence stretched between us, heavy and taut. His heartbeat stuttered against mine, the tension coiling like a storm on the brink of breaking.

“Eirlys… you can’t…” His voice was almost a growl, raw with desperation.

Before I could answer, a blur of steel tore across the sky-a spear, dark and jagged, forged from blight, cutting straight toward us.

“Kierygan!” I cried, but the warning came too late.

The spear pierced his right wing with a sound like shattering bone. Agony tore through him, through me, the bond searing with his pain. He faltered, golden fire sputtering against the

wind.

“No…” The word ripped from me, raw and useless.

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