The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171: Chasm

KIERYGAN’S POV

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Eirlys didn’t wait for my answer. Her wings flared, scattering gold shards of light through the air as she surged after the drifting wisp.

“Eirlys!” I shouted, the wind tearing at my voice. “Come back! Where are you going?”

She barely glanced over her shoulder. “I need to follow it!”

Before I could stop her, she was already soaring across the valley, disappearing beyond the

treeline.

A curse tore from my lips. I shifted into my dragon form, and launched into the air immediately.

Her glow cut through the canopy below-a fragile thread of gold guiding me through the dark

tangle of trees.

The wisp darted ahead, flickering like a lure, and Eirlys chased it without hesitation. I stayed above,

circling, flying low enough to keep her in sight. It led us farther into Val’Thirael-deeper than

anyone had gone in centuries.

My chest tightened as the landscape grew darker, the air colder. I knew this path. I knew where it

ended.

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Or what used to be.

It used to be the darkest place. Not only in Val’Thirael, but in all the realms. Now, though remnants

of the old blight still lingered, life had begun to claw its way back. The gnarled trees, once brittle

and grey, were draped in green moss. New leaves trembled on the edge of becoming.

I landed beside Eirlys, shifting back midair. The ground groaned under my weight as I straightened, forcing my voice to remain even despite the unease tightening my chest-and the irritation

beneath it.

“Eirlys,” I said, stepping closer. “We talked about this. You shouldn’t have flown off like that.”

She didn’t seem to hear me. She wasn’t even looking my way. Her gaze was fixed ahead- unblinking, almost haunted.

“Eirlys,” I called again, quieter this time. But she didn’t move.

I followed her line of sight… and froze.

The wisp floated toward the edge of what I first thought was a crater. But as I stepped closer, I realized it wasn’t that. It was a wound. A vast, yawning chasm split the earth open, an endless pit

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of utter black that seemed to drink the light around it.

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I took another step, the ground crunching beneath my boots, over the scorched earth. The faint stench of char and decay still lingered in the air. Around the rim, half-buried in stone, were shapes that might have once been fae-or other creatures foolish enough to wander here-frozen in silent

terror.

The sight clawed something deep inside me.

I heard Eirlys’ light footsteps behind me. “Gods,” she whispered. “What happened here?”

I lifted a hand without turning. “Not another step,” I warned.

Reaching through the mind link, I summoned Ulyanna and Scylla-told them to come now.

Moments later, the air shimmered and split open. Ulyanna emerged first, her expression already tense. Scylla followed, dragging a reluctant Evander in her wake.

“What’s so urgent that you have to…” Evander muttered. Then he stopped short, his eyes widening. “Stars above… what in the hells is that?”

Ulyanna moved along the rim of the chasm, her robes brushing the blackened stone in a hush of fabric. Every few steps, she paused, eyes narrowing as she inhaled the faint trace of lingering

power.

Finally, she straightened and turned toward us. “I think,” she said carefully, “we’ve just discovered the birthplace of the Light Reaper.”

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A ripple of gasps swept through the group. I pressed my lips together, trying to hide my own shock. For a long moment, no one spoke.

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Ulyanna raised a hand, her finger tracing a spot along the chasm’s edge. “Look,” she said. “There.”

Something caught the light-a faint, cold glint. I stepped closer and crouched at the rim. Embedded in the stone were fragments of metal, twisted and half-melted, but unmistakable once the shape resolved.

Eirlys clutched my elbow. “That metal…” she breathed. “It’s the same as my bracelet.”

I gave a short nod and curled my fingers around hers. “Yes,” I said. “The very same.”

Scylla folded her arms, eyes darting between us and the black maw. “Then what do we do with it?” she asked. “Leave it, or destroy it?”

“Whatever this is, it’s not natural,” Evander said, his eyes fixed on the black pit. His voice lowered, heavy with unease. “If we leave it open… something else might crawl out. Don’t you think?”

A cold knot tightened in my gut at the thought.

I nodded, my jaw firm. “I agree. We have to close it

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Ulyanna rolled up her sleeve, the faint hum of power brushing the air. Scylla mirrored her, eyes. narrowing, lips pressed into a line of grim determination.

I tightened my grip on Eirlys, a silent command to stay back. To let the witches handle this.

I didn’t want her using her light. Her own light.

She had barely endured the ordeal of the past week. She still looked frail, her skin pale, a clear sign

she hadn’t fully recovered.

And… there was something else. A knot of unease twisting in my chest. That fear that had taken

root when suspicions about her parentage first surfaced. The one even the Light Reaper seemed

to know of.

I drew a slow breath, holding her close enough that she cot mistake

she decided to be stubborn again.

my warning-just in case

Ulyanna and Scylla began. Palms outstretched, fingers splayed, magic coiling along their arms and

fingertips. A soft, warm light blossomed between them.

The air trembled. The chasm seemed to stir, as if sensing them.

Their magic surged, flowing over the yawning darkness… and then, the light was swallowed whole.

Scylla groaned through clenched teeth. “It’s not working,” she spat. “It… it’s just devouring our

magic.”

A tense silence settled, broken only by the low, vibrating hum of the chasm.

Then I felt Eirlys shift against me, straining to pull free.

My hand tightened, fingers locking around her wrist. I leveled a glare at her sharp enough to draw

blood if looks could wound.

She met my eyes, her voice steady despite the tremor of fear. “I have to try.”

“No.” My word thundered, resounding in the hollow space around us.

“We can’t leave it open,” she insisted. “If we do, it could spawn another monster… maybe something worse than the Light Reaper.”

I didn’t loosen my grip, even as my mind raced, weighing the danger of using her light against the threat she described. The chasm pulsed below us, patient and hungry, as if listening to every thought.

Finally, I exhaled, jaw tight. “Fine,” I said, my voice edged with warning. “But… don’t overexert yourself.”

She nodded, though I doubted she would heed it.

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Eirlys stepped forward, slow and deliberate. Another step.

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Then she stretched her hands toward the abyss, letting her golden glow flare, spilling light across

the void.

A shiver ran through the ground beneath us, a deep groaning resistance-as if the earth itself were trying to fight it. Yet Eirlys did not falter. Her glow surged, bright and insistent, spilling into the

black maw of the chasm.

Then her eyes flared. Golden light erupted from them, and a cold panic twisted through me.

She was using that light again. Her own.

“No!” I shouted, pressing a hand firmly on her shoulder, trying to pull her back. “Eirlys. Stop!”

She didn’t hear me. My grip, my shaking-none of it registered. She just stood there as if in a

trance.

Ulyanna, at the edge, shook her head sharply. “Do not stop her,” she warned through the mind link.

I clenched my jaw, drew a slow, steadying breath, and finally let her be. My arm, however, did not

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