“You said… you remember me?”
The Featherfolk King spoke softly.
His feathers no longer trembled—instead, they began to fall, one by one—as if he were shedding his final disguise.
Chu-Yao closed her eyes and reached toward her chest.
The heartbeat there… wasn’t hers.
She had known, somehow, for as long as she could remember—that her heart was never truly her own.
“Brother, I remember now.”
“I don’t belong to this generation. I’m the ‘last blood seal’ you preserved.”
The air prickled like it had been pierced by needles. Countless black feathers froze in place, suspended midair, emitting a deep, resonant hum.
A-Tuo reached out to steady Chu-Yao—only to realize her skin had begun to glow. Black lines, shaped like feathered sigils, spread from her heart, weaving across her entire body.
Ye-Ling’s eyes widened in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper:
“That’s not ascension… that’s a map.”
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[Black Feather Map Activation: The Heart of the Featherfolk Kingdom]
Chu-Yao rose into the air, her chest engulfed by a swirl of black feathers. The Featherfolk King fell to his knees.
“I sealed the roots of the Featherfolk Kingdom inside your flesh and blood,” he said.
“Because I knew… this kingdom was never meant to last forever.”
Her body began to pulse with radiant light. Her heartbeat echoed like a code—each pulse striking the space around her, cracking it open, revealing the true form of the Featherfolk Kingdom.
An upside-down city.
Towers like feathers, streets like brushstrokes—every building formed from feathers plucked across a thousand years, reforged into a city of repentance.
“This… this is the true Featherfolk Kingdom. Not a place of judgment—one of atonement.”
Chu-Yao descended softly, no longer the lost girl she once was—but a “Gatekeeper,” returned from across time.
She turned to A-Tuo:
“I’m going to open the gate to the Featherfolk Kingdom. But I need someone to guide me to the Realm of True Words.”
A-Tuo didn’t hesitate.
He clasped her hand tightly. The feathers on his body were no longer a curse—but flames of will.
“I’ll go with you.”
“Even if every feather is torn away, even if every lie is stripped bare—I won’t turn back.”
The Featherfolk King wept. The black feathers across the sky began to flow in reverse.
And with that, all would enter the final trial:
“The Realm of True Words” — Are you willing to offer your name in exchange for the truth?
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