Chapter Forty-Six
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-03-25 19:20:36

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.

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