Villain's Last Chance
Chapter 48: The First Heir

Chapter 48: The First Heir

The blackness wasn’t just an absence of light.

It was alive.

It swallowed sound, movement—everything. A vast, stretching nothingness that made my breath catch in my throat.

For a terrifying second, I didn’t know if I was still standing. If my body still existed.

Then—

A hand gripped my wrist.

Solid. Real.

Cairon.

The moment our skin touched, the void shuddered. The darkness trembled like a living thing, recoiling from the contact.

And just like that—

I could see again.

But not as before.

The ruins were gone. The robed figures were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, we stood on an endless plane of black marble, stretching into nothingness. The sky above was a swirling void, shifting with shadows that moved like ink dissolving in water.

The air was thick, pressing, humming with something ancient.

The Codex.

It was still in my hands, its surface pulsing with a dull, rhythmic throb.

A heartbeat.

But not mine.

Cairon was still gripping my wrist, his expression carefully blank, but his grip was tight.

He felt it too.

The power. The presence of something far older than either of us.

Something that had been waiting.

A voice sighed through the void.

Low. Amused. Hungry.

"Finally."

A chill swept down my spine.

Cairon’s fingers twitched against mine, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t move.

I turned.

And there, rising from the shifting void like a figure emerging from deep water—

Was him.

The smiling one.

His hood was gone now.

And what lay beneath was—

Wrong.

Too many teeth. Eyes that weren’t eyes, but shifting pits of black, reflecting nothing. A face that stretched and twisted, as if struggling to stay human.

But what made my blood run cold—

Was the feeling that I had seen him before.

Not in person.

But in dreams.

In whispers.

"You took your time," he said, voice curling like smoke. "I was beginning to think you’d never reach the threshold."

My fingers curled around the Codex. "Who the hell are you?"

The smile widened. "Oh, little heir."

The void shivered at his words.

"You already know."

A pulse shot through my skull—images flashing behind my eyes.

Dark halls. Sealed doors. A hand reaching for mine—

A promise, whispered in the dark.

"You will find me."

My breath caught.

This was impossible.

The Codex—it wasn’t just a book.

It was a prison.

And whatever was inside it—

Was speaking to me.

"You’re not real," I whispered.

The thing tilted its head. "Not yet."

The Codex burned.

The plane trembled, a ripple of energy surging beneath our feet.

Cairon moved closer, his blade between us.

"You made a mistake coming here," he said coldly. "You should have stayed buried."

The thing chuckled. "Ah, Cairon. Ever the faithful executioner."

My heart stumbled.

"What—"

The void shook.

And suddenly, the shadows behind the thing shifted.

Becoming shapes.

Figures.

No—people.

Men and women in battle-worn armor, faces pale and empty, their eyes reflecting nothing but black.

And at the front—

A face I recognized.

A face I had seen before, painted in the old murals of the Fallen Wars.

The First Heir.

The one who had wielded the Codex before me.

The one who had failed.

"You should not be here," the First Heir said, voice hollow.

The weight of it crushed the air from my lungs.

Cairon’s grip on his sword tightened.

"This is a trap," he muttered. "We need to—"

A crack split through the void.

And then—

The world snapped back.

Pain slammed through my skull as the ruins reappeared around me. The sky above was burning red, the air thick with the scent of ash.

Cairon stumbled, cursing under his breath. His sword was still raised, his eyes wild as he scanned our surroundings.

The figures in robes—gone.

The crack in the earth—closed.

But the Codex in my hands was searing.

And the words whispered through my mind like a dying breath.

"The cycle is shifting."

I swallowed hard.

Because I knew, deep down—

We had just woken something up.

___

The air shuddered.

It wasn’t just the aftermath of whatever had happened—it was still happening.

A presence pressed against my skin, something old and expectant.

Cairon moved first. His blade was still drawn, his posture rigid, his breathing sharp and controlled. But I could see it—the flicker of something beneath his usual steel composure.

He felt it too.

The Codex pulsed, and the whisper came again.

"The cycle is shifting."

I forced my grip to tighten around the book, as if I could crush the voice out of existence.

"Move," Cairon said, low and sharp.

I didn’t argue.

We wove through the ruins, our movements swift but tense, the weight of unseen eyes trailing us like ghostly fingertips. Every step we took away from the shattered threshold felt like walking uphill against an invisible force.

The Codex didn’t want to leave.

Or worse—it wanted to be followed.

Cairon must have felt it too because his free hand shot out, gripping my forearm as we reached the edge of the clearing.

"Don’t look back," he ordered.

Something in his voice made my pulse spike.

I hadn’t planned to—

But now, I wanted to.

I almost did.

Until I saw his expression.

Cairon wasn’t afraid. Not exactly.

But his jaw was tight, his knuckles pale against his sword hilt, his body tensed like he was bracing for something inevitable.

Like he knew what would happen if I turned around.

I didn’t.

We broke into a run.

The ruins gave way to thick forest, the towering trees swallowing us in a cocoon of shadow. The air was dense here, heavy with magic that prickled against my skin like static.

I wasn’t sure how long we ran before Cairon finally slowed, his steps shifting from urgency to calculated control.

The silence settled in thick waves.

Neither of us spoke.

Not yet.

I leaned against a tree, trying to catch my breath. My fingers ached from how tightly I had been clutching the Codex.

Cairon stood a few paces away, his back to me, staring into the dark. His shoulders rose and fell with slow, measured breaths.

He was thinking. Calculating.

Then—

"You saw them," he said.

Not a question.

A statement.

I swallowed. "The First Heir. The others."

A muscle in his jaw twitched. "It was a warning."

Something cold slid down my spine.

"They weren’t warning us," I murmured. "They were watching."

The moment the words left my lips, I felt it.

Not a presence, not a whisper—

But a realization.

Like something settling into place.

And from the way Cairon’s fingers curled slightly at his sides, I knew he had felt it too.

"You knew," I accused.

Silence.

His shoulders tensed, but he didn’t turn.

"You knew something would happen when I touched the threshold," I pressed.

Still, he didn’t speak.

I pushed off the tree, stepping toward him. "Cairon."

He finally turned.

And what I saw in his expression—

Was guilt.

A sharp, quick pang shot through my chest.

He hadn’t just suspected something would happen.

He had known.

I took another step closer. "What aren’t you telling me?"

He met my gaze, his silver eyes unreadable in the dim light. For a long moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then, finally—

"The Codex wasn’t always yours."

I froze.

The trees around us seemed to grow quieter, the air heavier.

I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

"What?"

Cairon exhaled slowly, his grip on his sword loosening. "It chose you. But it was meant for someone else first."

I stared at him. "You’re talking about the First Heir."

He nodded. "And every heir before them."

My blood turned cold.

"The cycle is shifting," I whispered, the words from the vision curling around me like a noose.

A shadow crossed his face. "Yes."

Something dark and sinking settled in my gut.

I had thought I was uncovering a mystery.

I had thought we were ahead of whatever force was moving against us.

But we weren’t.

We were inside it.

Just another turn of a wheel that had been spinning long before either of us were born.

And the worst part?

Cairon had known all along.

_____

The weight of his words settled over me, thick as smoke.

I wanted to demand answers, to force them from him if I had to. But I already knew how Cairon worked. He wouldn’t tell me unless he thought I needed to know.

I had to push the right buttons.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "If you knew the Codex belonged to someone before me, why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

His gaze didn’t waver. "Would it have changed anything?"

The question caught me off guard.

Would it?

I clenched my jaw, refusing to let him twist the conversation back on me. "I deserve to know the truth."

His lips pressed into a thin line. Then, finally—

"The Codex doesn’t belong to anyone. It chooses. And it doesn’t choose lightly."

A flicker of unease curled in my stomach. "Then why me?"

Cairon’s silence was answer enough.

He didn’t know.

Or worse—he did know but wouldn’t tell me.

I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the frustration building in my chest. "The First Heir. The ones before them. What happened to them?"

Cairon’s jaw tightened. "They failed."

The word sent a shiver through me.

Failed?

I swallowed hard. "Failed how?"

His eyes darkened, silver like a storm on the edge of breaking. "They weren’t strong enough."

The way he said it—low, almost reluctant—made something cold crawl up my spine.

I should have let it go.

I should have let the silence settle.

But I couldn’t.

"Strong enough for what?"

He hesitated. Just for a moment.

And that was enough.

Because Cairon never hesitated.

Before he could speak, a crack split through the air behind us.

We both moved instantly—Cairon’s blade was out, my fingers curled around the Codex’s spine.

The trees shifted. The darkness moved.

And then—

A figure stepped forward.

No robes. No obscured face.

Just a man.

Tall. Pale eyes, colder than ice. A presence that sent something ancient and primal shivering through my bones.

I had never seen him before.

But I knew him.

My breath caught in my throat.

The First Heir.

He was alive.

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