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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety
Oliver lay flat on his back, the rough ground of the battlefield pressing against him. A heavy boot rested on his chest. It belonged to Caphriel, the angel who had just defeated him. Blood was on Oliver's lips. His ribs ached with every breath he took. But something strange was happening. The pain was fading. Not because he was getting better—though he was, healing faster than a normal person should—but because a different feeling had taken over.Cold.Not the cold that makes people shiver or turns water into ice.This was a deep, still cold. The kind that follows the end of something. The kind that fills the air after a scream has stopped. The kind that makes the world feel quiet and old and full of shadows.It was the cold of Death.The golden sky above, once bright and full of holy fire, had begun to darken. The light dimmed slowly, like a candle running out of wax. Shadows stretched across the battlefield like long fingers. And then, a new figure appeared.Azrael.His shadow cove
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-One
The sky looked angry, like it was burning and bleeding at the same time. Clouds twisted like smoke from a fire, and the light was red, gold, and black, as if the sun had cracked open. The wind screamed, but not like normal wind. It felt like it had voices in it—old, angry voices that had been asleep for too long. They woke up hungry, tearing across the battlefield like invisible monsters.Lightning flashed across the sky. But this lightning wasn’t normal either. It wasn’t just white or yellow. It was strange—bright gold mixed with purple, and it gave off a strange smell, like the air right before a storm mixed with something ancient and scary. It smelled like fear.Oliver stood still, staring at the battlefield. The ground around him was black and broken. Smoke rose in the air. Some parts of the earth glowed red from fire. Other parts were cold and dark, covered in strange shadows. The ground was cracked and shaking, and in the middle of it all lay Azrael.Azrael wasn’t moving. His da
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Two
The Spirit Gladiator Forge was not a prison but a crucible.The air was thick and heavy with the heat of memories, though not a memory from Oliver's own mind but echoes; ghostly thoughts belonging to the warriors that had walked through here before. Their screams seemed to linger within the very walls; their blood upon the dirt floor was still fresh in memory. The ancient symbols burned all around him, carved deep into black stone, glowing like embers—pulsing with a slow and steady rhythm—almost like a heartbeat. An enormous heartbeat. Sleeping. Waiting.Hanging by his arms, iron cuffs burned his wrists as if they were brands. His feet dragged along the ground; every breath felt like a blade against his lungs. Red spirit seals adorned his skin, whispering to him in dead languages, and caging his power like barbed wire.He focused. It was a painstaking effort; every few seconds, though, the pain would slip in like liquid mercury to drown thought.The Warden stood on the other side of
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Three
Oliver landed hard on the ground, rolling through the scorched dust and stone. The floor cracked beneath his body, and every bone in him begged for stillness-but the moment he opened his eyes, he knew rest was an illusion. They were in a different part of the Forge now-some inner sanctum buried deep in the crucible's bowels. The walls here bled fire from runic seams. The ceilings arched endlessly into smoke. Chains moved of their own volition like hungry serpents. And before them loomed a colossal gate-twelve stories tall, sealed with a lattice of glowing sigils and bones. Azrael stood nearby, eyes scanning the runes. "We've got maybe three minutes before that thing tracks us."" "The Binder," Oliver said with an effort to sit up. "You knew it?" Azrael didn't look away from the gate. "Everyone in the old wars knew it. The Binder doesn't kill. It archives. Chains your soul in a memory loop and erases your presence from existence. You become a story told by screams in the walls."He
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Four
With a loud sound, chains opened their way into the air and crashed against a sword that looked like a sword made of memories. The walls shook as they threatened to come apart. The strange glowing symbols on the walls flickered and sparked, filled with too much energy. Soul Lock, a powerful magic barrier, was closing, but somehow Oliver just managed to slip through.His body moved at a speed and velocity that no one could catch up with. Light dragged behind him like a tail. Every step he took evoked a memory: the first time he breathed, the laughter shared as a child, the old scent of his home, and the horrible screams once heard on a battlefield. Those memories glowed within and flowed onto his sword, making it shine brighter and sing even louder.The Binder, a most potent magical being, completed casting its spell.Then—stopped.Everything froze in the room-the fire curled in the air but moved not, pieces of stone floated without falling and even the dust stopped spinning. It was as
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Five
Falling didn’t feel like falling. To Oliver, it felt like drifting through space, like floating in a sea made of stars. But this wasn’t a peaceful sea. Everything glowed the wrong way. The colors were strange. Red felt cold, and blue burned like fire. The light shimmered like glass underwater, changing and shifting, never still. The air buzzed, humming softly, almost like music. But it wasn’t any kind of music he knew. It felt like a song from another world, played in a language no one spoke.His body spun slowly as he fell. Chains wrapped around his arms and legs. They were broken now, hanging loose like dead snakes. These were the chains of the Binder. Once, they held him tight. Now they were just pieces. Pieces of something that had failed.In one hand, he still held his sword. The blade trembled. It flickered with a soft glow, like a candle trying not to go out. The sword was trying to help him, trying to keep him grounded. It remembered. It still had will.Oliver opened his mout
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Six
Oliver ran. The world behind him was still and quiet, too quiet. The gate he had passed through should have closed behind him. It should have shattered, just like the others. But this one didn’t. It stayed open, floating in the air like a wound in space. It was like a hole in reality.And it was pulling him in.He didn’t understand how it was still open. It felt wrong. But he couldn’t stop. Something pulled him forward—stronger than gravity. Stronger than fear. It felt like fate, like something had chosen this moment for him. His feet moved without thinking. His heart beat like thunder in his chest. He took one step too many and fell.But this fall wasn’t like falling in a dream. It wasn’t soft. He didn’t drift or float. He crashed.Colors rushed past his eyes—colors he couldn’t name. Purple lightning cracked beside him. Black fire curled around his arms but didn’t burn him. Gold wind howled around his face and whispered in languages he didn’t understand. The wind screamed. And even t
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Seven
Everything was painted the same shade of red. And that wasn't a mere view from the eye. It was deep and heavy, as if a storm waited for millennia to return, sad and angry and pained, almost like a storm in the sky.Oliver was frozen. Blank and stoned by the light, which wasn't warm but cold and sharp. Not fire; living. It wanted to eat everything, thoughts, and memories too. More than light, it was that feeling wrapping around his bones and pulling into the pieces in him.His body started to tremble. From fear? No. From deep down inside. His bones ached. His skin felt foreign to him. His heart beat dangerously. It was fast, too speedy, as though to catch up to some thing. It was then like the very world itself folded in on itself. Bent, twisted, tore. But he didn't fall. He didn't scream. Rather, it felt like being taken apart.Oliver could neither see nor hear anymore. Not even the wind or the beat of his own heart. But he felt pain, starting from his chest and spreading out to the e
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Oliver stood still, his heart pounding in his chest. The darkness in front of him seemed to move, like it was alive. It wasn’t just a shadow; it was something much worse. The air felt cold, heavy, as if the darkness was pressing in on him from all sides. He could feel the weight of it, like a thick blanket suffocating the light.And then the figure appeared. It wasn’t like anything Oliver had ever seen. It was tall and thin, its shape hard to make out, like it was made of shadows and fog. It didn’t have a face, not really. But Oliver could feel it staring at him, its eyes hidden in the darkness."You can’t save him," the figure whispered, its voice quiet, but so full of mockery that it made Oliver’s blood run cold. "You’ve failed before. You’ll fail again."Oliver’s body tensed. He didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t bear it. The pain in his chest grew stronger as the figure’s words echoed in his mind, over and over. The faces-the ones he couldn’t forget—flashed before his eyes. Ail
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-One
Oliver stepped forward, his foot lifting and crossing into the swirling lights of the Star Gate. As soon as he did, the world seemed to vanish beneath him. He felt a strange, cold emptiness as if everything around him was slipping away into nothingness. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was like the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. He gasped in shock, his heart pounding in his chest.There was a deep silence at first. A heavy silence, one that pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick, and the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, like a giant, endless void. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything except for the echo of his own breath. He had no sense of time. Everything felt wrong.For a moment, Oliver thought he might be trapped forever in this vast emptiness.Then, suddenly, the silence broke with a bright, blinding light. It came out of nowhere, crashing into him with such force that he staggered back. The light was so bright, s
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty
There was no up. No down. No left or right. Only light. A rushing, roaring sea of white light.Oliver floated in it, weightless, like a leaf in a wild river. His body tingled all over, the memory of pain still fresh on his skin. He tried to move, but there was nothing to grab onto. There was no ground, no sky, nothing at all. Only the endless white.Somewhere close to him, Ailith held onto his hand. He could feel her fingers, small and tight around his. Her silver hair whipped around her face, flying in the invisible wind. She looked so small here, so fragile, but she didn’t let go.The white light pulled them deeper, spinning them slowly, like falling into a dream they couldn't wake up from.Oliver’s heart hammered in his chest, so loud he could almost hear it.Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Every breath he took felt thick, like breathing smoke instead of air.Where are we? he thought. What happened? Azrael...The image of Azrael flashed in his mind—Azrael, broken and chained, reaching
Chapter One Hundred-Nineteen
Oliver plunged through blackness, which oozed over his skin like oil. The world wobbled and roared, streaking colors merging into din. His lungs seared. His mind shrieked. Above him somewhere, Azrael's voice echoed, broken and distant, "You can't save me."Something morose slammed into him, stone-like. The impact rattled him to the marrow, expelling all the air from his chest. He briefly lay stunned there, gazing up at a vast sky rife with broken stars.Then— A whisper in an ear."You failed him."With a start, Oliver jerked upright, heart racing. This was no voice of his own. It was something different, something cold; heavy, a weight pressing down on the inside of his ribs.He stumbled to his feet on a slick and freezing stone, while mist coiled around his ankles, hissing and writhing almost like some living creature.Ahead of him was Ailith. Curled into the ground, silver hair hanging in disarray around her face, her body trembled.He staggered in her direction."Ailith!" Silen
Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen
The creature lunged. Oliver twisted aside at the last second, the thing’s tendrils ripping the air inches from his chest. He staggered, boots skidding on slick stone, heart hammering against his ribs. The Lost Name pulsed above the pedestal, so close he could almost reach it—almost.The monster hissed, a wet, tearing sound like rotting cloth being ripped apart. Its body flexed, stitched from old memories, broken laughter, whispered regrets.Move!Oliver dove forward, sliding across the cavern floor. His fingers brushed the pedestal—cold, humming, alive. The Lost Name burned against his skin, sinking into him like a brand, not hurting, but changing.The creature howled.Oliver turned, wild-eyed—and Azrael was there, silver fire burning in his hands. He slammed a blast of magic into the stitched-together nightmare, sending it flying back into the shadows.“Move, kid!” Azrael barked. “We’re not done yet!”Oliver staggered to his feet, the Lost Name singing in his blood. It felt right. Li
Chapter One Hundred-Seventeen
The ground was still shaking. The black rain poured harder, drumming against the broken houses like a million fists.Oliver stumbled as Azrael pulled him to his feet. His side screamed with pain, but he shoved it aside. No time.The cultists weren’t gone. They were regrouping, slithering back into a loose circle around them. Eyes shining. Teeth bared. The woman with silver eyes stood at the front, smiling wider than ever.Azrael tightened his grip on Oliver’s arm. His skin was warm—too warm, like touching a forge. His whole body flickered with silver fire, burning away the black rain before it could touch him."Move," Azrael growled. "No time to chat."They ran. Mud splashed up to their knees. The ruined village twisted around them, every street looking the same—broken, drowned, dead.Behind them, the cultists shrieked and howled, the sound chasing them like knives in the dark.Oliver gasped for breath, every step sending a fresh jolt of pain through his ribs. His mind raced.What the
Chapter One Hundred-Sixteen
The world was falling apart. Oliver felt it the very moment he stepped across the black fields.The ground under his boots was soft and wet, like stepping on rotten fruit. A thick fog hung low over everything, clinging to his skin like a wet sheet. The fog smelled bad—like old eggs and burning hair. Every breath he took made his throat burn. The air was heavy, like trying to breathe through mud. And with every slow beat of his heart, Oliver felt something even worse: a sense that his body was becoming less his own. Like the world was trying to pull him apart from the inside.Above him, the sky was broken. Thick gray clouds twisted and moved like giant snakes, fighting each other. Now and then, something like lightning flashed behind them, but it wasn’t the kind of light Oliver had ever seen. It was black and red, pulsing like a heartbeat.And from those torn clouds... the rain came. But it wasn’t real rain. It was thick, black, and sticky, falling in heavy drops like tar. When it hi
Chapter One Hundred-Fifteen
Oliver fell for what felt like forever. The Mouth had swallowed him whole, and now he tumbled through blackness. The air was cold and wet, like he was falling through a stormcloud made of ink. Strange lights blinked in and out of existence around him—red, green, purple—colors that didn’t belong in any sane world.Whispers brushed against his skin, cold and sharp. Remember. Forget. Belong. Break.He squeezed his eyes shut, but the words were inside him now, scratching the inside of his skull.When he finally hit the ground, it wasn’t ground at all. It was soft and pulsing—like the inside of a living thing. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, coughing. Every breath he took tasted wrong, like burned sugar and rotting wood.Then he heard it. Ailith's voice. But it wasn’t strong anymore. It was thin. Fragile. "Oliver... get up."He forced himself to stand. His body ached. His muscles felt half-melted. When he turned, he saw her.Ailith was on her knees, one hand pressed to her
Chapter One Hundred-Fourteen
The world had restarted. Like a clock rewinding, everything moved backward before slowly beginning again. Time pulled itself back together, piece by piece, like broken glass being glued into one mirror. But even when it looked whole, the cracks were still there.Oliver lay on the ground. His back felt the cold, damp soil. His eyes opened slowly. The sky above him looked strange. It shimmered and shook, like it had been hurt. He blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was seeing. Something had sliced through the sky—a long, jagged cut—and even though it was starting to heal, the scar still shimmered with a strange light.The air smelled sharp and strange. Like old blood and burning books. Like rust and smoke. Oliver coughed and sat up, using his arms for support. They trembled under his weight. His chest rose and fell quickly. Every part of his body hurt. His hands were scraped. His knees were bruised. He felt like he had fallen from somewhere very high.He touched his chest,
