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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Five
Everything around Oliver felt tight.As though invisible cords had been tied around him, tightening from every direction. Concealing them from sight, he felt them nonetheless shift, press and encroach. His view encompassed the battlefield, empty and silent—too quiet.No brushing wind, no far-off shouts of war, no sounds of destruction. It was almost as if the world held its breath.Yet, he remained.The fire remained, too.The black, sickly thick flame twisted around his body, coiling and undulating like living darkness swirling all around him. They flickered gently, like breathing things. They did not burn him, but he sensed their strength; he sensed their appetite. He tried to shake them off, but they merely clung on tighter, encasing him with a confining embrace.Then came the whisper."You are not done."Oliver felt his breath catch in his throat. The echo of pounding inside his skull was like the metallic beat of thunder. His eyes were wide, searching for the outer circle of land
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Six
Oliver was at the middle of the battlefield, clad in dark flames. The black flames curled and wrapped around him like some sentient thing, flickering hungrily yet never burning him. There was something coursing through his veins, something powerful and ancient. It was no longer blood-it was pure shadow.Before him hovered hollow figures, kneeling in silence. They were not whimsical spirits; they were wraiths, the eternal creatures from the abyss, bowing before him in apparent recognition of him as their king.The sky overhead was cracked wide open, ribbons of darkness cutting through the clouds. The cracks offered no view of the azure dome or sparkles of the stars, just a vast and endless void.Once again, the massive abyssal colossus knelt in front of him, the very etching of horror. It was somewhere between shadow and free-flowing substance, alive and changing, utterly dark. And there it was, that horrible beast, yet not an enemy, bowing, as it were, to its master.Oliver looked aro
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Seven
For a heartbeat, everything stood still. No sound. No movement. As if all of time suspended for just a moment to take a hidden breath.The sky had burst open, its jaw cracking like fragile glass with a deafening noise. Blinding light poured out, and from the heavens, warriors, shining in golden armor, descended, falling like stars. Their wings shimmered, weapons gleamed. The Sentinels indeed, soldiers of the divine.But it was not alone, however.Figures rose from the ground, from the very shadows themselves. Dark, shifting shapes, smoke made real. Their eyes burned with eerie red light. The Wraiths. Twisted creatures out of the abyss full of hunger and rage. They swarmed forward, a black tide rising to meet the golden storm.The battle commenced.Clash of blades. Eruption of magic. The air shivered in turmoil as the light met dark in a battle unlike any other fought in the annals of history.And at the very center of it, stood Oliver.He is no man anymore, but inside him a part of th
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter 48Such an incredible rent in the heavenly sky was almost like a sword recently buried in the very fabric of reality, leaving a gaping hole in the heavens. There were the darkest of clouds revolving, where blue sky once lay, shadows stretching across beyond the cracks. The very sun was peeking down behind the super eclipse, while a monstrous-ish abyss writhes in the tormented sky, as though some living thing was whispering things in the ear that no human should ever have to hear.The celestial Sentinels, being the great warriors of light donned in glimmering golden armor, staggered. A tremor racked their glowing weapons, just as onslaughts of darkness began engorging the battlefield. They had fought for eons against demons and even sorcerers, malign creatures that would come out of the depths, but this was entirely different. So much worse!And there in the eye of it—Stood Oliver.Or what might be left of him.His body no longer belonged entirely to that human aspect. Black
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Nine
A great wave of dark energy swept through the air, and the chains that had restrained Oliver broke apart, splintering like glass. He was free.The earth convulsed under the pressure of his return. A dark wave expanded, swallowing all before it. At that moment, from the epicenter of the dark pulse, Oliver stepped back into the world.His appearance was the same yet utterly different. The darkness that used to envelop him, consuming him and bending him to its will, was not his master anymore. It obeyed him. His veins ran calm, unmarred by tainting energy. His eyes, once incandescent with the fiery glow of the abyss, were vibrant and golden once more, charged with enormous power.Astonishment gripped Seraphina and Elias. They stood, staring at him, still struggling to grasp the strange reality of it all."It's impossible," she breathed, quavering in shock. "He was sealed away. He ought not to be free."Oliver's glance turned upon her, his golden eyes blazing. "And you thought that would
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty
In the very middle of the battlefield, Oliver stood with golden eyes, penetrating the dust as it swirled over the remnants of chaos. The sensation of power running through him had not yet dulled, like a heartbeat waiting for its moment of retribution against an unworthy receiver. The Test of the Traveler.He had achieved what he set out to do by breaking free, severing his chains, defeating Elias and Seraphina in battle-the guardians of the realms whose mission was to keep such battles from happening-and now left only to echo the victory. But his mind had not forgotten their words, their last challenge."Prove that you're truly ready."The soft gentleness of Seraphina's voice contrasted with the respect in Elias's, the meaning of which Oliver couldn't yet fathom. But it was the weight of those words that gnawed at him. Ready? For what?His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rustle behind him. He turned to face the ragged forms of Elias and Seraphina moving slowly, purposefully at th
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-One
A bright flash of silver light shot through the air, screaming toward Oliver like a falling star. His heart pounded. He barely managed to twist his body just in time, but the divine blade still caught him. A thin, burning line sliced across his side, and pain flared through him like fire. His breath hitched. His muscles tensed. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay standing.The pain was unbearable, but Oliver had no time to recover. He clenched his fist, pulling every last ounce of strength from his body, and sent a wave of dark energy crashing toward his enemy.The angelic warrior before him barely moved. It did not flinch. It did not hesitate. In the blink of an eye, it was simply... gone.Then, another attack came. A golden spear, shining so brightly it hurt to look at, shot toward his heart.Oliver’s instincts screamed at him. He raised his arm, trying to block the strike, but the divine energy ripped through his defenses like they were made of paper. The impact sent a sh
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Two
Oliver’s breath came fast. His chest rose and fell in quick gasps, his body trembling as if he had been running for hours. His heart pounded against his ribs like a drum in the middle of war, loud and strong. His hands tingled with energy, a strange power that coiled around his fingers like shadows, twisting and moving as if it were alive.All around him, bright warriors with golden wings closed in. Their shining swords cut through the air, moving like streaks of light. Their faces were calm, their eyes filled with power, as if they were not creatures of flesh and blood but made of the very sky itself. They were strong. Too strong. Oliver had fought them before. Again and again.He had died. Again and again. Every time, he had felt pain. A deep, sharp pain that spread through his body like fire, leaving nothing behind but darkness. His bones had shattered, his flesh had burned, his soul had unraveled. And then, everything would reset. He would open his eyes and find himself here ag
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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
