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Chapter 682: Divine Torture Chamber.
Hudo and Raven’s eyes widened as they struggled to digest what they were being told by Kivic. The weight of his words pressed down on them far heavier than the oppressive aura that lingered in the air.Though everything he said could have easily been dismissed as nothing more than an elaborate story, there was something about the way he spoke—calm, unembellished, and almost indifferent—that made it feel far more truthful than the glorified tales they had grown up hearing from their elders and parents, stories polished and beautified to inspire rather than to reveal the harshness of reality.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Their thoughts churned, tangled between disbelief and reluctant acceptance, yet no words came out.Even the night itself seemed to quiet in response, as if the forest around them understood the gravity of what had just been revealed. Kivic noticed their silence immediately.He had seen that look before—on countless faces, across countless years—and without
Chapter 681: The Artificer’s Echo.
Evidently, Kivic was truly impressed by how the two had answered him. Raven’s analysis, in particular, had caught him off guard—it was not something one would expect from someone of her standing or age.Even with his cultivation diminished to merely the Enlightened Realm, he still carried the experience, perception, and depth of a Saint Realm cultivator.From that vantage, he could tell—without a shred of doubt—that Raven’s insight into the martial world would take her far.As for Hudo, his self-taught talent and instinctive understanding of stealth and survival spoke volumes. If that raw ability were ever properly guided and refined, the boy would become something formidable.A few breaths of silence passed before Kivic suddenly forced a cough, raising a hand to his throat as if to clear it.The sound broke the stillness, drawing both Raven and Hudo’s attention back to him.“I have heard—and come to realize—that most of the younger generations do not believe in Elysiome… nor in the e
Chapter 680: Perspective of the young.
For a moment after Raven had raised the question, Kivic could not help but lift his gaze toward the towering cyan flames. The question itself lingered in his mind, fascinating him almost as much as the flames before him. He stood roughly fifty steps away from them, yet they loomed immensely, rising like pillars that sought to pierce the heavens. Under normal circumstances, flames of such a sacred nature—burning tens of times hotter than ordinary fire—would render even that distance a forbidden zone, a place where life could not endure. And yet, strangely, these flames did not behave as expected. The heat that reached him was intense, yes, but still bearable. It did not scorch his flesh or devour the air from his lungs. Instead, what emanated from them was something deeper, something more commanding—a presence. It was as if the flames themselves were issuing a silent decree, warning all who beheld them not to step any closer beyond a certain unseen boundary. It was not merely heat
Chapter 679: The Psychological Siege.
A few minutes later, near the towering wall of cyan flames that still burned relentlessly within the territory of the Thirsty Bramble Fold, Kivic stood alone.The flames roared without sound, rising high into the night like a frozen inferno. They had already devoured everything within their reach—trees, roots, soil, even the very moisture in the air—yet they did not spread beyond their boundary.Instead, they remained confined, disciplined, as though bound by an unseen will. Within that scorched circle, nothing remained but ash… and yet the flames continued to burn, fed by nothing, sustained by nothing.The cyan glow danced across Kivic’s face, illuminating the sharp lines of his expression. His eyes reflected the flames, but there was no admiration within them—only irritation, something bitter simmering beneath the surface.His jaw tightened.“...What are you lurking for?” he muttered, his voice hoarse, rougher than before. “Come out already.”The words had barely settled when moveme
Chapter 678: The Flute of the Jagged Peaks.
The opening trail of the long, swaying grass drew nearer and nearer, parting with deliberate intent as though something unseen carved a path through the living field.Each blade bent and whispered against the next, the motion unnatural—too focused, too precise to be mistaken for wind.Yet, in the midst of it all, Vesta simply yawned.He stretched lazily, his small frame relaxed, eyes half-lidded as though whatever approached held no weight in his mind at all. The faint cyan glow around him flickered idly, casting soft light across the shifting grass.Beside him, Du Shiye stood calm, his posture loose yet ready, eyes steady as they tracked the movement.A few breaths passed.Then—It happened.The grass exploded outward.Shadows burst forth from within, lunging through the air with feral force.Growls tore through the night, low and savage, accompanied by the wet flick of saliva scattering through the air as three massive beasts descended upon them.Their bodies crackled with wild arcs
Chapter 677: The Clean Horizon.
At the same time when Raven and Hudo were heading toward Kivic, elsewhere within Elysiome along the western border, a powerful gust of wind swept across the vast plains as a massive shadow descended from the sky.Vesta landed gracefully, his enormous eagle form folding its wings with controlled precision as his talons touched the earth without so much as disturbing the grass beneath him more than necessary.His cyan aura shimmered faintly around his colossal body, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the surrounding plains under the deepening night.Perched upon his back were his companions—Venak, Daku, Shiye, and Delvan—steady despite the tremendous speed at which they had traveled.It was clear he had chosen this form deliberately. Traversing on foot had proven inefficient, especially considering Delvan’s pace, and so Vesta had taken it upon himself to bear them all.Within Elysiome, there was little threat to warrant caution—no roaming mystic beasts, no hostile factions—only t
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