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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Four
The celestial warden moved faster than Oliver’s eyes could follow.One moment, it stood across the golden chamber, distant and unmoving like a statue of divine judgment. The next, its golden blade cut through the air, streaking toward Oliver’s throat with terrifying speed. There was no warning, no sound—only motion and deadly precision.Oliver barely managed to twist his body to the side. The heat from the blade scorched the air, and even though it did not touch him, he felt the divine energy radiating from it. His skin burned as if the very presence of the weapon seared into his flesh. His scars—glowing like molten gold—flared to life, absorbing some of the force, but the sheer power behind the strike sent him stumbling backward.No time to think.His boots scraped against the polished floor as he dropped to one knee. The moment he did, the warden’s blade came down again, cutting through the space where his head had been just seconds before. The impact shattered the floor beneath the
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Five
The unexpected pause in the Chamber room led to a sudden storm of activities again. Before Oliver could react, the sword came down on him with a stroke that was much more than just a strike-it was a pure and unstoppable force of divine energy by the warden. The moment that blade touched the polished floor, the stone burst apart as brittle glass.A very deep fissure spread under Oliver's feet, and along with it came the high impact shockwave that rattled his bones. Nothing could make Oliver fall, though. He would not show weakness.An abbreviated, sharp intake of breath and then Oliver, twisting his body, pivoted just on his heel so that he could dodge that next stab. The warden's blade whirred through the air, so close to his skin he could feel the searing hot divine energy that burned it. The pain was sharp and unforgiving, but he bit down hard and forced it away. He had been at war before. He had felt worse pain.But this fight was different.The warden moved in and, in rain-weep, em
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Six
Oliver’s mind was hazy, like he had just woken up from a dream but couldn’t remember where he was. Everything around him was slipping away, fading like mist in the wind. He tried to focus, tried to understand, but his thoughts were slow, like they were stuck in thick mud. He felt strange. His body was there, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His arms, his legs—they didn’t feel like his own. It was as if he was floating outside of himself, just watching. But something was wrong. His ears still rang from the last battle. He could hear echoes in his bones—the clash of steel, the roar of power, the moment everything had gone dark. He had fought the Warden. He had given everything he had. But now… there was nothing. No battlefield. No stone walls. No air. Just empty space. Then— A force. It came from nowhere. A sudden pull, strong and violent. It yanked him downward, faster than anything he had ever felt before. His stomach twisted, and his body spun wildly, but there was noth
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Seven
Oliver’s vision went white.For a moment, there was nothing—no sound, no air, no sense of time. Just pure, blinding light swallowing the world. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light cracked apart, shattering like glass. The battlefield slammed back into existence.And Oliver was falling.His stomach lurched as he plunged through the air. Wind roared past his ears, the force pressing against his body. He caught glimpses of the battlefield below—jagged cliffs, glowing rivers of molten gold, ancient ruins half-sunken into the void.Then—A Warden. Right above him.Its golden eyes burned like miniature suns. Its blade gleamed, raised high, a storm of divine energy gathering around it.Oliver twisted mid-air, his instincts screaming.The sword came down in a streak of light.He barely moved in time. The edge of the blade grazed his arm, searing pain ripping through his body. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming as the heat spread like wildfire.He hit the ground hard,
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Eight
The explosion swallowed them whole.Heat scorched the air, turning it into a suffocating storm of fire. The ground beneath them trembled, cracked, and fell apart. Red-hot rivers of molten rock surged like wild beasts, swallowing the ruins into their fiery depths. For one single moment, everything was still. No sound, no motion—only Oliver and the Third Warden, trapped in that last instant before the world shattered.Then, the silence broke.A deafening roar burst through the battlefield. The force of the explosion sent Oliver flying backward, his body slamming into the cracked stone ground. Pain shot through him like lightning, his bones aching, his muscles screaming. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one burning his throat. Blood dripped from his lips, warm and thick, staining the broken earth beneath him. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey.Through the haze of pain and smoke, Oliver saw it.The Third Warden was still standing.Its once-glorious golden armor was cra
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Nine
Oliver’s body twisted as something cold and dark wrapped around him. A tendril, black as the deepest night, sank into his chest. It did not pierce like a sword, nor burn like fire, but pulled. It reached into him, deeper than flesh, deeper than bone, deeper than soul. He gasped, his breath coming out in ragged bursts of golden mist. His entire form flickered, the brilliant light that once shone from him now dimming under the crushing weight of the void.A voice slithered through his mind, slow and ancient. It did not shout. It did not growl. It simply was.“You are still afraid.”The Abyssal Watcher did not speak with lips. It did not move closer. It did not need to. The voice came from everywhere, from nowhere, from within his own thoughts. It was calm, patient, and unshakable.Oliver clenched his fists. He would not let this happen. He refused to be swallowed.A surge of light flared from deep within him. Celestial energy crackled across his skin like tiny lightning bolts. The abys
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty
Oliver was falling.At first, he did not know what was happening. He only knew that there was nothing. No ground, no sky, no wind, no air to breathe. It was not just darkness. It was worse. The blackness was alive. It moved around him, swallowing everything, stretching on forever. There was no sound, no smell, no feeling. Just emptiness. A terrible, endless nothing.He reached out, but his fingers touched nothing. He tried to scream, but no voice came out. He could not even hear himself breathing. Was he even breathing? He could not tell. He was floating—no, he was sinking, or maybe rising. There was no way to know. The blackness did not change. It did not shift or ripple. It was still. It was waiting.Then, something changed.It was small at first. A strange feeling, like something was pulling at him, tugging at his skin. He looked down—or at least, he tried to. But he had no body. No hands, no legs, no chest. He was not just lost. He was disappearing.The pulling grew stronger. He f
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-One
Oliver gasped and opened his eyes.For a moment, he did not understand where he was. Everything around him was strange—too sharp, too clear, too real. He was lying on something hard and cold. It was not just any cold, but a deep chill that seemed to sink into his skin, into his bones. He could feel the roughness of the surface beneath him, every tiny crack, every uneven part of the stone pressing against his back. He could hear things too—things that no human should be able to hear. The faint sound of wind moving through a distant place, the soft crackling of unseen energy in the air, and even heartbeats—many of them—some close, some so far away they should have been impossible to notice.And yet, he heard them all.Something was wrong.His own heartbeat was missing.No. It was not gone. It was different. It was slower, quieter—no longer the steady rhythm of a living man, but something else entirely.He sat up quickly, breathing in deep, though he somehow knew he did not need to brea
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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,
