Chapter 45
?──── Koen ? ────?
The stone bites my back. The chains cut deep. I welcome it. Every wound sharpens my fury.
Through the bond, I feel her rage, grief, and the way her heart shattered when they ripped me away. Her voice still claws at my chest. My name, broken on her lips once again.
It destroys me.
But it also remakes me.
They think steel and stone can keep me from her. Fools . I defied death to return to her. No power in existence could ever stand between us. All they’ve done is release something they will wish had stayed buried.
If they feared Kallan, the legendary loyal sword who lived and died by honor, let them tremble. Because I am not him anymore.
And I am done playing by anyone’s rules but my own.
I will burn kingdoms. I will tear gods from their thrones. Let them call me a monster, a villain, or an abomination. I don’t care. I’ll wear it proudly. Because I will be all of those things and more if it means getting back to her.
The storm inside me surges, begging for release. My hands tighten until blood runs down the chains. Good. Let them make me bleed. Let them believe they can break me.
They will see the mistake they made when they dared to take me from her.
A jolt rips through the bond. I can feel her fury, raw and unrelenting. It’s a storm I recognize, a mirror of my own rage, and it sharpens every nerve, every muscle, every thought.
I will survive.
I will do whatever it takes to get back to her.
For my Renya.
Always for her.