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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-One
Pain. That was the first thing that Oliver felt.Not just pain, but unendurable agony that poured through his frail body like volcanic lava—bones torn asunder; muscles screaming. He wanted to move his body, but his limbs simply would not comply.And that was when he came to a realization.He was falling.The winds howled all around him, ripping and tearing through his clothes and battering his skin. His vision was hazed; he was descending such that the world horrifically spun and twirled around before him in a feverish kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. With the battlefield coming upward to face him,Then— CRASH! With a thunderous clap felt across the battlefield, Oliver slammed downward. The very earth cracked underneath him, rupturing like a volcano erupting dust and fire toward the sky. His body rebounded with a bounce before sinking back down into the deep crater formed by the impact. Every single nerve screamed in unison, his head jammed with throbbing pain, the sight blurred but
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Two
From the wreck, ripples of fire were emanating, creating the shockwave on the battlefield. Oliver stumbled back, gasping, sweat running down his face. His muscles cried out, emptied of every ounce of strength. But he managed it. He watched as the titan's core shattered into a thousand glowing shards. Victory was claimed by him. Or so he thought. The terrible machine should have been lifeless, but the fettered wreckage twitched and metal groaned. Something pulled the debris together with strange force; melted and molten jagged steel shifted like liquid. But metal was not all. Flesh. Actual flesh. Oliver almost choked on his breath. His jitters made him want to flee, but his legs were refusing his orders. His weary limbs trembled as some new form erupted from the cataclysmic scene. A new core pulsated-life. Entire. This titan wasn't just mending itself. It was mutating. The air grew heavy, unnaturally thick heat. The battlefield quaked under his feet. Where remnants
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Three
The three titans emerged in the distance, huge as immovable mountains looming against a dark sky. They did not charge; they did not roar. They only watched.Their eyes—if they could be called eyes—glimmered a cold and unearthly light. Beneath them, the battlefield was all but ruined, shattered earth sprawling in all directions. They were not mere war machines. They were not mere tools of destruction.They were hunters.And Oliver was their prey.As he stood, a bead of sweat rolled off his temple, and his fingers clenched, flames flickering feebly at their tips. “So, this is it,” he murmured to himself. His breath was heavy. “You’re just going to stand there and look at me?” The largest titan, one that had somehow evolved more than the others, stood still. It neither cruelly barked an attack nor advanced. Instead, it slowly turned its head to the two titans beside it. Unbeknownst to the eye, an unvoiced command passed between them. A decision had been reached.Oliver felt it, that dis
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Four
In a flash, everything stopped.The battlefield was filled with fire and wind, and the huge giants were fallen. Yet now silence was stretching to fill the emptiness surrounding the land. The air, once heavy with the scents of blood and burning magic, felt empty. Warriors stood frozen in place, weapons raised but forbore. Magic that had been flaring wildly flickered and died out as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. Even the wind was hesitant, at a stalemate between moving and being still.And somewhere in the thick of it, something had changed.Oliver was no longer just human.Living shadows curled, twisting around him, coiling like black flames alive and moving with almost a thought of their own. These flames, not ordinary in nature, flared as though fired internally, inside, as if devouring everything around them-light, warmth, sound. They stood heavy in the air, obliterating reality under its self-suffocating, almost cruel press, darkening the ground beneath Oliver's feet
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
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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
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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
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
