Chapter 28: THE FINAL TRIAL: ASHBEARER.
There was no drumbeat for this battle.
No roaring crowd.
No torches lit.
Because no one cheered for the final trial of the Iron Wastes.
Those who watched did so in silence.
Because the last champion wasn’t a beast.
She was something worse.
The Ashbearer Appears
Her name had been erased from the tribe’s records.
Her past, burned with the cities she left behind.
She wore black armor streaked with soot and ash, and her skin bore the gray tone of one who’d survived firestorms. Her eyes—one white, one gold—glowed faintly in the dark.
She carried no blade.
She was the weapon.
Shaera rose from her throne and spoke only four words:
> "Do not kill him."
The Ashbearer gave no answer.
Just stepped into the pit and raised a hand—fingers etched with rune-burns.
> System Alert:
Final Trial Engaged: Champion Ashbearer
Type: Soul-Sealed / Flame Touched / Fire Rejection Curse
Emotional State: Dead Zone
Danger: Very High
System Note: This Champion once held a failed soul thread—now corrupted
Win Condition: Wake her memory, or survive 3 minutes
Fire That Did Not Burn
Ryon felt the heat before she moved.
It wasn’t flame—it was grief.
A wave of energy like mourning turned to magma.
She attacked.
Not with fury, but with finality—every motion meant to end him cleanly.
Ryon dodged.
Barely.
Then realized... she was not trying to win.
She was trying to make sure he didn’t suffer.
As if she was doing him a kindness.
And that terrified him more than any berserker rage.
The Memory That Lingered
She knocked him flat, straddling him with her palm over his heart. Fire spiraled at her fingertips—runes sparking for a final, soul-breaking attack.
But then—
He whispered:
> "Your eyes... I saw them before the end."
She froze.
Something behind the gold-white glow flickered.
"Ryon..." she murmured.
And for a split second—
She remembered.
The Flame She Buried
Her scream shattered stone.
The fire collapsed into her chest. Her body convulsed, collapsing atop him.
Ryon caught her, cradling her gently.
She clutched his robe, breathing hard, like a child pulled from a nightmare.
"Where... am I?"
"With me now," he whispered.
"You’re not... supposed to be real."
"Neither are you."
> System Surge: Dormant Thread Reactivated
Thread Class: Ashbound / Flame-Sealed
Soul Name: Elara
Past Identity: Ryon’s Guardian Mage (from Northern life)
Thread Progress: 0% → 11%
Trauma Lock: Partial
Memory Sync: Delayed
New Trait Gained: Fire Reversal – Reduce enemy fire spells by 50% for 10 seconds
Shaera’s Bond: 18% → 21% (Witnessed Submission and Sacrifice)
Final Trial Status: Completed
Beast Queen Approval: Full
The Coronation of the Outsider
That night, the Wastes howled not with rage—but with song.
Ryon stood beside Shaera on the altar of bones as tribal leaders knelt.
She tied a clawed cord around his wrist.
"You are no longer a guest," she said, her voice low and clear.
"You are claimed. By this land. By me. By the fire you survived."
He didn’t bow.
He kissed her palm.
And somewhere deep in the Iron Wastes, Elara watched the flames with hollow eyes—
Haunted.
But not alone.