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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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Chapter Eighty-Nine
Caphriel’s golden eyes narrowed as he stood high above, his tall, powerful figure glowing with divine light. Around him, the other Archangels remained still, their eyes locked on the battlefield below. They watched in silence, their massive wings barely moving, shining with celestial fire. None of them acted. Not yet. Perhaps they still believed this fight would end quickly. That the enemy before them was still beneath them. That he was still just a man.They were wrong.Oliver stood in the middle of the golden battlefield, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. The Black Star Art coursed through his veins, changing him, twisting his body into something beyond human. His hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the sheer force of the power surging inside him. The Voidlight flickered within him, a strange mix of abyssal darkness and divine radiance. It whispered in his mind, tempting him, urging him to let go, to surrender to it completely. The power was overwhelm
Chapter Eighty-Eight
Oliver had been feeling as if his heart would be torn apart. The world shattered around him into something that did not make sense to him. Maybe he was falling but not like the fall from a great height to reach the ground; it was deeper, seeping more as if it fell into a storm of power. Light and Darkness swirled around, failing to win. It was something imbetween-something dangerous and unknown and it was Voidlight and burned inside him, transforming him. His body wasn't the same anymore. His soul wasn't the same. He could feel it. Then the fall stopped. He had a heavy landing as if his boots had come to a slam on something solid but when he looked down, he could not tell what it was. It looked like liquid metal but it was nothing moving. Instead, it bore him up, though it felt alive, humming underneath his feet. The air pressed in tightly and was heavy with power pent outside, full of electric and ancient something entering into his lungs. He was never supposed to be here. He kne
Chapter Eighty-Seven
The Fallen Angel stood still, barely moving. Its pale eyes, full of sadness and something like curiosity, stared at Oliver as if seeing him for the very first time. The tattered wings on its back twitched slightly, and the broken armor on its body made a hollow rattling sound as it shifted, even the smallest movement causing the pieces to clink against each other.The air around them felt thick, almost heavy, pressing down on Oliver's shoulders like an invisible weight. He could feel something—something unseen yet deeply present. It was not just silence. It was more than that. It was a feeling, a presence, like a storm waiting to break.Oliver’s heart pounded inside his chest like a drum, hard and fast. He tightened his grip on his sword, feeling the strange energy of the Voidlight Resonance coursing through his veins. It was unlike anything else—neither heavy nor light, neither warm nor cold. It felt like standing at the eye of a storm, where chaos and calm met, where destruction and
Chapter Eighty-Six
Oliver took a deep breath. The golden light of the throne behind him glowed softly, filling his body with warmth. It felt like a steady fire in his veins, keeping him strong. His heart pounded, but he stood firm, his feet planted on the bridge beneath him. The bridge stretched forward, leading into darkness.Then, without warning, the silence broke.A sharp wind roared through the air, colder than anything Oliver had felt before. It was not just cold—it carried something else, something darker. The golden light behind him flickered as if struggling against an unseen force.Then, a shadow appeared ahead.It was not an ordinary shadow. It was not something cast by light. It was darkness itself, given form. Slowly, the shape grew clearer, until Oliver could see the figure standing before him.It was tall, wrapped in armor that was once magnificent but now broken. The armor was cracked and covered in deep scratches, as if it had endured countless battles. Large wings extended from its bac
Chapter Eighty-Five
Oliver stood at the edge of the long, pale stone bridge. His body ached, every muscle sore from battle, but he ignored the pain. His breath was heavy, his heartbeat loud in his ears. He had come so far, fought so hard, and now—this was it. The final step.A gust of wind rushed past him, cold and sharp as a blade. His torn cloak fluttered behind him, its edges singed from the battle he barely survived. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the knuckles of his fingers whitening.“Just a little further,” he murmured to himself.Slowly, he lifted his foot and took that first step toward the throne.The moment his boot touched the stone, something deep beneath the surface stirred. A low hum filled the air, a sound so deep and powerful that it felt like it came from the bones of the world itself. The throne, standing tall and unyielding at the far end of the bridge, pulsed with light. At first, the glow was silver, soft like moonlight. Then, it shifted, turning into a deep, molten
Chapter Eighty-Four
Oliver's breath came in ragged gasps. His muscles burned, aching from the long, hard fight, but he forced himself to keep moving. He couldn’t stop now. He had come too far. The air around him felt thick, heavy, not just with the heat of battle, but with something else—something unseen. It was like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting.He staggered forward, boots slipping on the blood-slicked ground. The battlefield stretched endlessly around him—bodies strewn across the cracked earth, weapons shattered, the sky a swirling mass of storm clouds. Somewhere in the distance, metal still clashed against metal, screams rose and fell, but here, in this moment, there was only Oliver and the path ahead.His vision swam, but he clenched his jaw and pushed on. The weight of his sword in his hand was comforting, grounding him in the chaos. Then, without warning, the battlefield was gone.No more blood. No more broken weapons. No more fallen enemies.Instead, a long bridge stretched out
Chapter Eighty-Three
As Oliver passed through the gate, he immediately felt the difference. The air was charged somehow, almost like entering the eye of a storm—the part of the storm where things were still, not where the winds howled and raged. But he perceived that stillness as a kind of cover for all that lay beneath: chaos and power swirling just out of reach, waiting for him.The voices began to recede. Before, they had clamored within him, a steady whine pressing against the edge of consciousness. Now they were whispers that did not depart from him entirely. A tempest thundered within his soul. Yet there was something within him that calmed. He had not fought through the gate; he had spoken truthfully and been allowed to pass. That carried weight. But he also knew, in his very bones, that the real trial came next. He started to look about. The realm beyond the gate was unlike anything he had seen. Day was neither here nor there; it was something in between. Flooding essentially with different glis
Chapter Eighty-Two
With great caution, Oliver moved, his body aching from the recently fought battle. The being had been powerful; its darkness practically enfolding him. But he had made it through, yet something within him seemed to have altered. The raw power inside him surged: free and wild, like the waters of a river ready to burst into a flood. This kind of power was something he did not understand, and it filled him with dread. Every so often, far-off whispers would call to him, voices from the beyond reminding him that he had not fully eluded.Nadia walked quietly at his side. Ever the stabilizing mountain while everything around them seemed to give way, she had been his one constant anchor, keeping him from drifting off to the unknowns. Glimpsing her dark hair in the back and feeling her urgency in the keenness of her gaze sweeping from side to side, he knew she moved like one who had been in many battles and had survived them all. Hmm; this went on for a long distance through the ruins, large
Chapter Eighty-One
All at once, Oliver found himself standing in the ruins of the now forgotten city. The departing words of the demon still echoed in his mind–heavy with meaning, even though he did not yet understand. The next moment, everything vanished. The substance ceased to be under his feet, and only emptiness remained.The sky now twisted into an abyss, whirling black and white like ink into water. An incredible force, something more than human, yanked him downward. Falling was not the word for it. Something within him had reached inside to pull at his soul and draw him into a place where nothing ought to exist.He did not have time to scream.Cold like no other, a cold that seeped into his bones, into his mind, into the very essence of him-he was enveloped by it. If his body still existed-at least it had the feeling that it was disintegrating, as if he were made of nothing but thin threads, being pulled apart one by one. His thoughts were scattered like leaves in a storm. He could not figure out
