CHAPTER 139 — THE DAY HEAVEN FELL
The cavern did not breathe. It listened.
The false sky overhead dimmed slightly, as though even the stars were holding back their light in anticipation.
The dragon's vast form remained coiled above them, scales shimmering with slow constellations. Its violet eyes never left Long Hao.
Zehell stood half a step behind him now.
Not shielding him.
Not restraining him.
Watching.
Trying to understand.
"You said," Long Hao began, voice steady despite the tremor beneath the stone, "that I was once the blade."
The dragon inclined its head.
"Yes."
"And that I fractured myself."
"Yes."
Silence stretched.
The slab behind them pulsed faintly, silver veins tracing across its surface like living veins under skin.
"Then show me," Long Hao said.
The dragon's gaze deepened.
"I will not show you."
The air grew heavier.
"I will remind you."
The cavern vanished.
Not physically.
But perceptually.
Stone dissolved into light.
