Chapter 62 Chapter 62
Sable's POV
"He's coming sooner now."
The First Child’s words echoed through the Heart Chamber like a death sentence.
For a moment, nobody moved.
Nobody even breathed.
The Origin Heart beat violently behind us, silver-black light pulsing across the crystal walls while the mountain trembled around us.
The Devourer was coming.
Sooner.
Because of her.
Because she had awakened.
The First Child looked almost calm about it.
Like she was talking about rain instead of the end of existence.
Kael was the first to speak.
"Okay."
He pointed at the child carefully.
"I need someone to explain why the terrifying ancient child sounds completely unconcerned about world–ending monsters."
The girl blinked at him slowly.
"Because he always comes."
That answer somehow made everything worse.
Leonidas stepped closer to me instinctively. I could feel the tension rolling off him through the mate bond. His wolf was on edge, pacing violently beneath the surface.
Not because of the Devourer.
Because of the vision.
I felt it.
The fear he was trying to hide from me.
His death.
The First Child had shown him something terrible.
And I hated that I couldn't see it.
The dragon's wings shifted uneasily.
"The Veil cannot withstand another breach."
The First Child tilted her head.
"It won't."
The Shadow King frowned sharply.
"What does that mean?"
The child looked toward the glowing ceiling above us, her silver-black eyes strangely distant.
"The Veil is already dying."
Silence.
The chamber itself seemed colder after those words.
Caius cursed quietly under his breath, while Zander crossed his arms tightly.
"And I assume you have more horrifying information to share."
The First Child looked at him.
"Yes."
Kael groaned loudly.
"Of course she does."
The little girl ignored him completely.
Her gaze returned to me.
"The balance is wrong."
I frowned.
"What balance?"
She pointed at me.
"The Queen."
Then toward the Origin Heart.
"The throne."
Then toward the darkness above the chamber.
"And him."
The Devourer.
I swallowed hard.
"I still don't understand."
The First Child sighed softly like she was disappointed.
"You split the throne."
"I saved the world."
"For now," she replied calmly.
That phrase again.
Always for now.
There was never permanent.
Never safe.
The Origin Heart pulsed violently again.
And suddenly, the Creator screamed from inside it.
The entire chamber shook.
Silver chains tightened around the heart as his voice echoed through the crystal walls.
"SHE AWAKENED HER?!"
The First Child looked irritated.
"He's loud again."
With a flick of her fingers, the chains wrapped around him tighter as the Creator’s scream cut off instantly.
Leonidas narrowed his eyes.
"You can control him?"
The child looked confused.
"He's trapped."
"That wasn't my question."
The First Child stared at him for a long moment.
Then smiled faintly.
"You're protective."
Leonidas didn't answer.
Because he was. Always.
Her gaze shifted back to me.
"He fears me."
The dragon finally rose to its full height again.
"Everyone fears you."
The child smiled.
"They should."
The temperature in the chamber dropped sharply.
Frost spread across parts of the crystal floor.
Even the Origin Heart seemed to beat slower now.
The First Child walked slowly toward the center of the chamber.
Every step she took made the silver-black veins in the walls glow brighter.
Like the mountain itself was alive. Like it belonged to her somehow.
The dragon bowed its head slightly.
"She was the first being born from the Heart before gods existed."
Kael looked exhausted already.
"So before gods there was… creepy magic child?"
The First Child looked offended.
"I am not creepy."
Zander muttered, "Debatable."
The child ignored him.
Then she looked directly at me again.
"You remember pieces of her."
I froze.
"The First Queen?"
The child nodded.
"She carried my power."
My chest tightened.
"What does that mean?"
The First Child smiled sadly.
"She was lonely."
Something about the way she said it made my stomach twist painfully.
Not manipulation.
Not cruelty.
Just truth.
The child sat on the edge of the glowing crystal platform beneath the Heart.
Looking impossibly small.
Too small for the power pressing against the chamber.
"I made the gods."
Silence crashed through the room.
No one moved.
No one blinked.
The dragon lowered itself again slowly.
Reverently.
The Shadow King's face had gone pale.
Even Zander looked genuinely stunned.
Kael blinked several times.
".....What?"
The child's silver-black eyes lifted toward us.
"I was the first thing the Heart created."
Her fingers traced glowing patterns across the crystal beneath her.
"Then I created them."
The Creator.
The First Queen.
The ancient beings.
Everything.
The realization hit like a physical blow.
The child watched our reactions quietly.
"I gave them purpose."
Her expression darkened slightly.
"But they wanted freedom."
I looked at the Origin Heart.
"The Creator wanted to stop the Devourer."
The child nodded.
"Yes."
"And the First Queen built the throne."
"Yes."
"Then what did you do?"
For the first time—
the little girl looked away.
And somehow that terrified me more than anything else.
"I slept."
The chamber trembled again.
A distant roar echoed from somewhere above the mountain.
The Devourer.
It was now closer than before.
The First Child’s eyes darkened slightly.
"He found the cracks."
The dragon's voice became grim.
"The world cannot survive a full awakening."
The child looked at him.
"This world won't."
My heart stopped.
"No."
The word left my mouth instantly.
The First Child turned toward me calmly.
"You asked for truth."
"I'm asking for a solution."
She tilted her head slightly.
"There may not be one."
Rage flared through me immediately.
"No."
Silver-black power burst around my body violently, shaking the chamber.
The throne above responded instantly.
The walls glowed brighter.
The child stared at me silently.
"You sound like him."
The power around me flickered.
"The Creator?"
The First Child nodded.
'He refused to accept endings too."
Leonidas stepped beside me immediately.
His hand brushed mine gently.
Grounding me. Steadying me.
And just like that—
my power calmed slightly.
The child watched that closely. Very closely.
Her gaze lingered on our joined hands.
Then her expression changed again.
Not anger.
Not sadness.
Curiosity.
"You love each other more than they did."
The chamber went quiet.
The First Queen.
The Creator.
The wolf she chose.
All of it ended in destruction.
The child looked thoughtful.
"That may change things."
Hope flickered weakly in my chest.
"What things?"
The child stood slowly.
"The ending."
Before anyone could respond—
the Origin Heart suddenly beat violently.
Once.
Twice.
Then cracks spread across part of its surface.
Everyone froze.
The child's expression vanished instantly.
The Creator laughed from inside the Heart.
A low dangerous laugh .
"She cannot stop him forever."
The chains tightened again.
But this time, they did not fully silence him.
The First Child looked genuinely surprised.
"That shouldn't happen."
The dragon's head snapped upward.
"The Devourer is strengthening him."
The realization hit all of us at once.
The closer the Devourer got—
the stronger the Creator became. Because the Veil between realms was weakening.
The Heart cracked again.
A massive pulse of darkness exploded through the chamber.
Leonidas pulled me backward immediately as crystal shattered across the floor.
The Creator's hand slammed against the inside of the Heart again.
Harder this time.
The chains strained violently.
And suddenly, another hand appeared beside his.
This was not silver nor was it human rather it was dark, massive and clawed.
The chamber went deathly silent.
The First Child whispered softly—
"Oh."
Not fear.
Recognition.
The claw pressed harder against the inside of the Heart.
And the entire mountain shook violently.
The dragon roared.
"The Devourer found the prison!"
The Creator laughed again.
But this time, it was not madness instead it was relief. Because something worse than him was finally arriving.
The First Child looked up slowly.
And for the first time since meeting her—
I saw fear in her eyes.
Real fear.
Then she looked directly at me and whispered—
"You need to run."