Chapter 64 — The Shape Beneath the Sky
The sky did not split again.
It listened.
That was the unsettling part.
After the reckoning square and the refusal to absorb what was not his, the scar had softened into something almost invisible. Only at dawn and dusk, when light struck the horizon at a slant, did the faint seam reappear like a healed wound that still remembered the blade.
People stopped panicking about it.
That worried Kael more than fear ever had.
Because fear meant attention.
And attention meant weight.
But complacency
Complacency felt dangerously close to forgetting.
The thread inside him had not vanished.
It had grown quieter.
Which was worse.
The first time it moved without crisis was during a meal.
Elowen was laughing at something Ryn had said something about the eastern moderators attempting to create a new framework titled Guidelines for Unregulated Expression, which sounded so contradictory it almost felt like satire.
Kael smiled.
