Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mark Of Orathyn : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 17

Morning arrived quietly over the forgotten city. Fresh snow had settled during the night, softening the sharp edges of broken towers and shattered courtyards until the ruins almost resembled an ordinary winter landscape. Sunlight filtered through the heavy clouds in pale silver streaks, glinting off ancient stone and frozen rooftops. From a distance, Orathyn no longer looked like the resting place of a civilization erased from history. It looked peaceful.Pearl had already learned not to trust peaceful things.She stood outside the library with a steaming mug cradled between her hands, watching members of the expedition slowly begin another day. After everything that had happened since entering the city—the glowing symbols, Raven's visions, and the discovery of the black book—the familiar rhythm of camp life felt strangely comforting. Scouts sorted equipment while soldiers checked weapons that probably wouldn't help against whatever lay beneath the ruins. A pair of servants argued ove

Morning settled quietly over the forgotten city, wrapping the black stone ruins beneath a fresh layer of snow. The jagged towers that had seemed so threatening at sunset now stood almost serene beneath the pale light, as though they had never hidden ancient secrets beneath their streets. From a distance the camp looked ordinary. Fires crackled between ruined buildings, soldiers prepared their equipment, and the smell of coffee drifted through the cold air. Yet beneath the familiar rhythm lingered a tension no one could ignore. The black book discovered the previous day rested inside Rowan's tent, Raven had yet to fully recover from her vision, and everyone had begun accepting a truth none of them understood—that the ruins reacted differently whenever Evren and Pearl stood together.Pearl tightened the strap around her wrist before fastening the sheath at her side. She had slept little. Every time exhaustion pulled her into dreams, she found herself standing before an ancient throne su

The laughter from the meeting hall followed them into the street, lingering just long enough to make the ancient city feel less oppressive. It faded as they continued deeper into the ruins, swallowed by towering buildings and snow-covered avenues that had not known the sound of human voices for thousands of years. Pearl found herself glancing back once before turning the corner. For a fleeting moment, she imagined the city had welcomed it.The thought was absurd.She blamed the lack of sleep.Their route carried them toward the western quarter of the ruins, where the buildings grew taller and the streets noticeably narrower. Massive bridges of black stone connected rooftops overhead, casting long shadows across the snow below. Wind drifted through the empty passages with a low, mournful whistle, carrying flakes of snow that glittered briefly before settling against weathered walls.Lucien had already disappeared several paces ahead, stopping every few minutes to examine another carvin

The camp came alive before dawn, long before the sun touched the snow-covered ruins. Guards moved between the tents carrying fresh supplies, horses stamped impatiently against the frozen ground, and somewhere nearby Astrid was already arguing with a soldier over whose turn it was to fetch water. The city still slept beneath its blanket of snow, its broken towers fading into the pale morning mist, but the expedition had learned that Orathyn never truly rested. Every new day seemed to uncover another secret hidden beneath its silent streets.Pearl fastened the straps of her cloak and stepped outside, pulling it tighter against the cold. The sharp winter air stung her cheeks, instantly waking her more effectively than sleep ever could. She had only taken a few steps toward the fire when someone held out a steaming mug."I remembered," Evren said.She accepted it almost automatically before realizing what it was. Coffee. Exactly the way she drank it.Her eyes lifted to his. "You remembere