The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Flares on Earth

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Heaven Reach shimmered in eternal twilight, neither day nor night, but a realm suspended in the quiet breath between creation and silence. Its spires rose like sculpted rays of light, crystalline peaks piercing a sea of drifting clouds that glowed in every hue of dawn. Rivers of starlight coursed through marble plains, threading across silver meadows where even time seemed to hold its breath. Every sound was hushed here-the hum of celestial energy, the whisper of windless air, the faint pulse of divine order.

Helios materialized at the heart of the radiant court, where the floor mirrored the heavens so

perfectly it seemed he stood upon the edge of infinity. His arrival rippled through the stillness-an

echo of brilliance fading into calm.

He was tall and spare, his presence sharp as a blade honed by millennia of duty. His robes shimmered in pale cerulean and gold, woven from threads of light that shifted with his

movements. Behind him unfurled six translucent wings, feathers faintly iridescent, each one a mirror of dawn itself. Yet his expression was heavy, his usual serenity replaced by something rare for a being of his kind: unease.

Moments later, a golden archway ignited across the hall, and another robed figure emerged-his

long dark beard catching the shimmer of the divine light surrounding him.

The newcomer’s light was softer, warmer-like sunlight refracted through still water. His eyes

gleamed molten gold, his hair falling in dark waves that brushed his shoulders. Unlike Helios,

whose bearing carried the rigid precision of command, this one moved with the quiet ease of

wisdom. His smile was gentle, though edged with caution.

“Helios,” he greeted, his voice as smooth as choral harmony, echoing faintly across the marble

expanse. “You summoned an audience on such short notice. That’s unlike you.”

Helios turned toward him, the golden reflection of the other’s light painting faint lines across his

face.

“I did,” Helios said, his tone low and taut. “Forgive the urgency, Seraphael. But I’ve been recording…

disturbances.”

Seraphael’s brows arched slightly. “Disturbances?” he repeated, the word laced with quiet skepticism.

Helios inclined his head. “I’ve been observing flares on Earth,” he said. “The kind that should not exist there. Their resonance was unmistakably celestial.”

A faint frown shadowed Seraphael’s otherwise tranquil expression. “That cannot be right,” he murmured. “If a mortal wields power of celestial origin, it can only mean two things.”

He hesitated then, the first ripple of unease disturbing his composure. “Either the power was

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stolen… or one of our kind mingled with the earthborn… and left behind an heir.”

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Helios’s gaze hardened, a flicker of molten heat flashing behind his eyes. “Stolen?” His voice cut through the tranquil air like tempered glass. “That is impossible. No being can siphon celestial essence without disintegrating under its purity. Whoever is causing these flares bears our blood.”

Seraphael’s composure faltered, his usual serenity giving way to a heavy stillness. For a long moment, neither spoke. The silence deepened-so profound that even the light seemed to dim, as though the realm itself recoiled in reverence or dread.

At last, Seraphael drew a slow breath. “Then this is not good,” he murmured. “If celestial blood walks among the earthborn, the balance will waver The Veil between realms could fracture.”

He lifted his gaze to Helios, starlight flickering within his eyes. “Investigate this further,” he said, his tone returning to measured calm. “Find who is responsible for the flares. Once you do…” His voice deepened, carrying the weight of law. “I will summon the Assembly of the Seven.”

The air trembled faintly, as if Heaven Reach itself acknowledged the weight of what was to come.

Helios nodded, and a sudden flare of light engulfed him. In the next heartbeat, he had vanished.

KIERYGAN’S POV

I watched Danaiah, Grace, and Emma tend to Eirlys Danaiah’s hands hovered over her, palms glowing with the soft, soothing light of healing magic. Emma moved quietly beside her, wringing a washcloth and gently dabbing at Eirlys’ already cleansed skin. Grace knelt near her head, carefully tilting her lips to receive a few measured drops of elixir-just enough to keep what little strength remained from slipping away.

It had been five days since we had defeated the Light Reaper. Five days since his darkness finally

unraveled into nothing.

Five days since victory.

Yet it didn’t feel like one. Not when she’s like this.

She looked too still. Too pale. Her light-though still alive within her-had gone silent. I had seen her survive the unimaginable. Yet now, lying motionless before me, she seemed… fragile.

Breakable.

And I hated it.

Hated that I could command armies, scorch kingdoms, bend fire and steel to my will-but I could do nothing to bring her back to me.

Danaiah and the two maids stood, their work done. Quietly, they gathered their things, preparing to

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leave. Danaiah paused beside me and tapped my shoulder gently. “She’ll pull through,” she said, her voice steady. “Eirlys is a fighter. She’s strong.”

I only nodded, words caught somewhere in my throat.

“I’ll check on her again later,” Danaiah added, stepping past me with a soft glance before moving

Once they were gone, I closed the door behind them. The click of the latch rang unnaturally loud in the heavy silence.

I moved to the edge of her bed and settled there, my gaze lingering on her sleeping form. Nibbles hopped onto the mattress without hesitation, curling atop her hair as if on watch. Even he looked forlorn, his tiny eyes dimmed, missing their usual spark.

I reached out and scratched behind his ear, murmuring softly, “I know. I miss her too.”

Nibbles pressed closer to Eirlys, curling his small body against her. He nuzzled gently, letting out

tiny, urgent squeaks, as if pleading her to return. I released the rabbit and brushed my fingers

across her cheek.

“Please come back,” I murmured, my voice rough, heavy with longing. “We’re all waiting for you.”

I took her hand in mine-soft, warm, despite the pallor of her skin-and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

Then I rested it against my face, breathing in the faint scent of her, feeling the pulse of her warmth

beneath my palm. I lingered that way, clutching her hand as if sheer will could anchor her back to

A soft, deliberate knock at the door shattered the quiet. I didn’t need to ask who it was. The

familiar shift in the air told me Evander had phased in. I exhaled slowly, reluctantly letting go of Eirlys’ hand.

“Evander,” I said, my voice tight, carrying a hint of irritation I didn’t bother to hide. “What is it?”

“Do you have a minute?” he asked. “There’s something urgent we need to tell you. We’ll wait for you

in the meeting chamber.”

“I’ll be right with you,” I muttered, leaning down to press a quick kiss to Eirlys’ forehead before

stepping out of the room.

Two guards immediately stationed themselves at her door, silent and vigilant.

I followed the corridors, each step echoing against the high vaulted ceilings. Even after days in Vallea Illura, the legendary castle of the Stellar Fae, still had to force my memory to trace its turns and corners. The labyrinth of halls, staircases, and hidden chambers had a way of confusing the unprepared-and I was no exception.

I couldn’t wait to see Eirlys’s reaction when she laid eyes on the Fae Kingdom-her kingdom, I

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