Night had fallen over the Valley of Spirits, and the sky was drenched in blackness. Kiron knelt at the foot of the Exiled Mountain, pressing his hand against the searing earth. The ground breathed—whispering ghosts of the past in every tremble. “The shadows are watching you, Kiron…” the voice inside him murmured. “But you're no longer just a witness. You are becoming the master of shadows.” By his side stood Belis, her eyes locked onto the horizon where wind carried the scent of ash and ruin. Prince Lorven’s treacherous army was drawing near. Around the Sacred Mountain, the forces of darkness no longer hid — they marched. “Time is running out,” Belis said. “If the final scroll of the Book of Light is captured… the world may never wake again.” Kiron bowed his head. The wound in his hand still bled, not just blood—but something deeper. During the Dark Magic Circle ritual from Chapter 6, one of Zahadran’s cursed arrows had pierced his very essence. Now, with every heartbeat, the shado...
## Dünyanın Yankısı – Ayseb’in Haber Güncesi Dünyada her gün birileri umut buluyor, birileri kayboluyor... Bu sayfa, gürültülü başlıklardan çok, sessiz kalan insanların sesi olmak için var. Gazetecilik değil, yazar bakış açısıyla insan hikâyeleri... --- ### 10 Mayıs 2025 – Sessizliğin İçindeki Çığlık Bugün savaş haberleriyle dolu ekranları kapattım. Ama aklımdan şu soru gitmiyor: “Kaç insan sadece barış içinde bir sabaha uyanmak istiyor?” Bu sayfa, böyle sorularla dolmaya devam edecek. Ayseb’in kalemi, dünyanın yankısını anlatacak. New updates are coming soon...