The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 Blood, Burden, and Balance

Chapter 167: Blood, Burden, and Balance

KIERYGAN’S POV

“Stars falling from the sky?” I echoed, brow furrowed. “That could mean anything.”

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Even as I said it, the lie burned on my tongue. I wanted to believe it, to dismiss it as a mere omen, a metaphor. But somewhere deep in my chest, a cold thread of unease coiled tighter and tighter.

Ulyanna’s gaze flickered to me. Her voice, usually calm and measured, carried a rare weight. ” Perhaps,” she said carefully. “It could be literal, stars falling to obliterate our world.”

She paused, lifting her goblet and taking a slow sip before continuing. “Or it could mean something else. Something we’ve long feared.”

A chill crept up my spine. I didn’t ask her to say it. I didn’t want to.

Evander, however, had no such restraint. He exhaled sharply and pushed his chair back a little.

“We’ve been avoiding this,” he said. “Understandably so-while the Light Reaper was a problem, we had no choice but to focus on him. But now that he’s gone… it’s time we faced this.”

I met his gaze, feeling my jaw tighten.

“Eirlys,” Evander went on, his voice steady but weighted. “We’ve all seen what she can do. How she commands light from the heavens-how even the Light Reaper himself couldn’t consume her,

when no other Stellar Fae survived him.”

I was ready to cut him off, to offer another denial, but he didn’t let me.

“I know what you’ll say,” Evander pressed. “Your theory about her having seven-well, eight-grains of light.” His eyes gleamed with a sharp, knowing gnt. “But that only strengthens our suspicion. You saw it too, didn’t you? That eighth light? Her light? It burned brighter than all seven combined.”

Ulyanna nodded grimly. “It’s possible, Kierygan,” she said, her tone low and deliberate. “That she wasn’t born merely of fae blood… but of something far greater. Something that belongs to the heavens themselves.”

My hands curled into fists beneath the table. The Dark Lord’s fall was supposed to bring peace. But now, it seemed we were staring down an even greater storm.

My fists slammed onto the table with a sharp thud, the sound echoing through the chamber. “You all know what this could mean, don’t you?” I growled.

No one answered. They didn’t need to. The grim lines of their faces said it all.

“If our suspicion is true,” I continued, my tone hardening, “if she truly carries celestial blood… then those gods will see Eirlys as nothing more than an aberration.”

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Silence fell again, heavier this time, pressing down ke stone.

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I pushed on, unable to stop. “They only care about balance. About what’s right and what’s wrong in their eyes. And when something threatens that balance, they correct it.”

My jaw clenched until it hurt. “That’s how they are. They’re incapable of feeling anything beyond

their own design.”

I had read every book we could find on the Celestial Guardians. They were always portrayed as detached, cold-beings who cared only for divine order.

Evander exhaled, the sound half a sigh, half resignation. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose before letting out a humorless laugh. “Apparently,” he said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, “there’s at least one of them who does feell

I looked up at him sharply.

“Otherwise,” Evander continued, locking eyes with me, “he wouldn’t have entangled himself with

Queen Astraea… or fathered her child.”

Scylla leaned forward, her brow furrowed, voice quiet but heavy with curiosity. “I wonder… who the

father could be. And if he even knows about Eirlys. And if he does… would he do anything for her?”

Ulyanna’s frown deepened, as if she were sifting through some half-remembered memory, pulling

at threads long buried. She finally spoke, her tone hesitant. “I… I think he and Eirlys may have already met.”

All eyes turned toward her, sharp and questioning.

Ulyanna continued, her gaze sweeping the room. “Do you recall the day we were attacked by the

Dark Reaper’s rogue army on our way back from Morvanya?” She paused, letting the memory

settle in the silence. “Eirlys… she was brought somewhere when she fell off Kierygan’s dragon. She

disappeared. And when she returned…” Her voice softened, heavy with awe, “…she had wings.”

I nodded slowly, the memory of that day vivid in my mind. Eirlys had told me about it herself-

about meeting a man impossibly tall, golden hair cascading over broad shoulders, eyes like molten light, and the way he had looked at her, believing she was Astraea.

I lifted my gaze to Ulyanna, voice low and rough. “You think… that’s his father?”

Ulyanna gave a low hum, the sound thoughtful rather than certain.

Evander, however, frowned deeply, confusion etched across his features. “That can’t be possible,” he said, shaking his head. “If they met, that would mean Eirlys somehow crossed the Veil. But no one crosses the Veil. Not even the Celestial Guardians themselves. They stay on their side. Always have.”

Ulyanna tilted her head slightly, a faint spark of correction glinting in her eyes. “Not entirely true,”

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she said. “All of them can, technically. They simply choose not to… most of the time. But some do.”

Evander’s frown deepened, but she continued before he could interrupt. “Certain guardians are

permitted to pass between realms when their duties demand it.” Her gaze drifted briefly, distant,

her voice dropping to a quieter timbre. “Then there are the stewards-those chosen to serve the

guardians directly. They, too, may cross the Veil… but only when sent under a celestial’s command.”

I leaned back slightly in my chair, a strange mix of wonder and unease twisting in my chest. “And if Nibbles is Lepus, a steward,” I said slowly, “then he must have been the one who brought Eirlys

there.”

A groan drew our attention. Scylla, flipping through the pages of a book about gods and monsters, looked exasperated. Heads snapped toward her as she muttered, “This is frustrating… there’s so little information about them. Not even their names, not even what they look like.”

She looked up at us, irritation in her tone. “At least it would narrow down who Eirlys’ father could be.”

Evander let out a short, humorless chuckle. “There was a time we could see them in the texts,” he said. “But that was long ago. Now… they were forbidden. Erased. All that remains are their titles: The Arbiter, The Scribe, Harmony, the Timekeeper, the Spinner, the Weaver, and the Warden of the Veil.”

By the time I returned to our chambers, the sun had already settled over the land. I had flown to Solmere earlier that morning to check on the progress of the rebuilding.

The castle still bore the scars of battle, but life was returning. Orryx, Callum, Ashteryn, and Thorin oversaw the crews of wolves and laborers, coordinating the repairs, while Chief Rhaanzel and his orcs stayed behind to help speed the work.

As I walked the long corridors, my thoughts drifted back to the morning’s meeting. We had yet to make any concrete plans for what to do when Scylla’s vision came to pass. Still, knowing who Eirlys’ father might be gave us something-a starting point.

Finally, I reached the room. Pushing the door open, found Danaiah, Grace, and Emma tending to Eirlys once more. I leaned against the doorframe, watching them-and watching her.

Though I already knew the answer, I asked anyway. Any change?”

Danaiah shook her head slowly. “No,” she said, her tone steady but somber. “No response… but stable.”

The healer straightened, her expression calm. “Have you tried reaching her through the bond?”

I exhaled sharply. “I always do,” I muttered. “But I’m getting nothing. Just silence.”

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Danaiah nodded, her gaze softening. “Only you can reach her now… make her light spark again.”

“Then I’ll do my best,” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace moving toward Eirlys with a basin and cloth. I gestured sharply. “Leave it. I’ll do it myself.”

Grace paused, then nodded, stepping back. Danaian and Emma followed, and soon the three of

them had left the room, leaving me alone with her.

Alone with her, I lifted Eirlys carefully into my arms, feeling the fragile weight of her body against mine. “To the bath you go,” I whispered.

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