Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names-Chapter 33 – The Names That Shouldn’t Be Spoken

The moment Raen blinked, the sky changed. Gone were the torn clouds and fire-touched ruins. Now, there was only a corridor of doors.

Each door whispered.

They didn't creak or groan. They whispered his name, over and over—some in voices he recognized, others in tongues he'd buried deep in guilt.

Behind him, Caelia stood silent. Her eyes had dulled, like someone remembering a pain they'd forced themselves to forget. The silver brand on her collarbone pulsed, and Raen knew she could hear the whispers too.

"This place isn't just memory," he said, scanning the hallway. "It's guilt."

She didn't respond.

He stepped forward.

The first door on the left opened without being touched.

Inside was a field of poppies under blood rain. A boy knelt in the middle, digging a grave with bare hands. Raen swallowed hard.

It was him. Or rather, the version of him that existed after the first time he killed someone who begged.

Caelia touched his shoulder. "You shouldn't linger."

"I need to know what this place wants from me."

"No," she said, "what it wants is to feed."

Behind them, one of the doors slammed shut on its own.

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"Then let's get to the center," he muttered, voice tight.

They walked, passing doors that bled light, ones that pulsed with heartbeat rhythms. Behind one, Raen heard his mother crying. Behind another, the voice of Lyra screaming his name in agony.

None of them opened.

Until they reached the end.

A door made of bone. Etched into its surface was a symbol Raen hadn't seen since the night the gods broke his soul: the Crown of Devourers. His own sigil, born from Shatterborn flame and god-flesh.

Caelia stepped back.

"You shouldn't go in alone," she whispered. "It's feeding off your past. It'll show you what you can't kill."

Raen stared.

"I've already killed what I couldn't live without."

He pushed the door.

It didn't open.

It shattered.

---

The room beyond was black and endless, and the stars blinked like the eyes of corpses.

Standing in the middle of that void—

Was Lyra.

Alive.

Beautiful.

And looking at him like he was the villain in a story she once loved.

"Raen," she whispered.

He blinked. "You're not real."

She stepped closer.

"Neither are you. Not anymore."

Behind her, the memory twisted. Flames curled in reverse. Blood flowed upward. And then another figure stepped out of the void.

Raen's own face.

But older. Cracked. Eyes glowing with madness and power unchecked.

The future.

The man he would become.

Caelia's breath caught behind him.

"You should not be here," the future-Raen said. "This place wasn't meant for you. Not yet."

Raen stepped forward. "Then send me back."

His future self smiled. "No. You came here for truth. And I'm going to give it to you."

The void shattered again.

Scenes exploded around them like shards of glass.

A throne of corpses.

Gods begging Raen for mercy.

Caelia's lifeless body in his arms.

Keir, betrayed, eyes torn from his face.

Raen screamed—but no sound came out.

Then—

The future version of him placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Every life you save will cost you three. Every truth you learn will unmake a lie that kept someone sane. This is the path of the Thronebreaker."

Raen struggled to breathe.

Lyra's image spoke again. "You'll lose us all."

"I already have!" he shouted. "What more do you want from me?!"

"Remembrance," future-Raen said softly.

"...What?"

"Not revenge. Not ruin. But the courage to remember us honestly. To feel the pain. And still walk forward."

Suddenly, Raen was alone.

The void swallowed everything. Only the Crown of Devourers remained, floating in the dark.

He reached for it.

And the moment his fingers brushed it—

He woke up.

---

He jolted up on the vault floor, coughing blood.

Caelia sat beside him, pale, shaking.

"You were gone for hours," she rasped.

Raen looked at his palm.

A new mark.

[NEW ECHO AWAKENED: Crown of Remembrance – Echo of the True Path.]

He didn't feel stronger.

He felt hollow.

Keir ran in, panting. "Raen! Trouble! The Threadrift's bleeding through the walls—something's coming through! Something wrong!"

Raen stood.

Eyes cold.

Voice quiet.

"Let it come."

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To be continued....