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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Four
With a loud sound, chains opened their way into the air and crashed against a sword that looked like a sword made of memories. The walls shook as they threatened to come apart. The strange glowing symbols on the walls flickered and sparked, filled with too much energy. Soul Lock, a powerful magic barrier, was closing, but somehow Oliver just managed to slip through.His body moved at a speed and velocity that no one could catch up with. Light dragged behind him like a tail. Every step he took evoked a memory: the first time he breathed, the laughter shared as a child, the old scent of his home, and the horrible screams once heard on a battlefield. Those memories glowed within and flowed onto his sword, making it shine brighter and sing even louder.The Binder, a most potent magical being, completed casting its spell.Then—stopped.Everything froze in the room-the fire curled in the air but moved not, pieces of stone floated without falling and even the dust stopped spinning. It was as
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Five
Falling didn’t feel like falling. To Oliver, it felt like drifting through space, like floating in a sea made of stars. But this wasn’t a peaceful sea. Everything glowed the wrong way. The colors were strange. Red felt cold, and blue burned like fire. The light shimmered like glass underwater, changing and shifting, never still. The air buzzed, humming softly, almost like music. But it wasn’t any kind of music he knew. It felt like a song from another world, played in a language no one spoke.His body spun slowly as he fell. Chains wrapped around his arms and legs. They were broken now, hanging loose like dead snakes. These were the chains of the Binder. Once, they held him tight. Now they were just pieces. Pieces of something that had failed.In one hand, he still held his sword. The blade trembled. It flickered with a soft glow, like a candle trying not to go out. The sword was trying to help him, trying to keep him grounded. It remembered. It still had will.Oliver opened his mout
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Six
Oliver ran. The world behind him was still and quiet, too quiet. The gate he had passed through should have closed behind him. It should have shattered, just like the others. But this one didn’t. It stayed open, floating in the air like a wound in space. It was like a hole in reality.And it was pulling him in.He didn’t understand how it was still open. It felt wrong. But he couldn’t stop. Something pulled him forward—stronger than gravity. Stronger than fear. It felt like fate, like something had chosen this moment for him. His feet moved without thinking. His heart beat like thunder in his chest. He took one step too many and fell.But this fall wasn’t like falling in a dream. It wasn’t soft. He didn’t drift or float. He crashed.Colors rushed past his eyes—colors he couldn’t name. Purple lightning cracked beside him. Black fire curled around his arms but didn’t burn him. Gold wind howled around his face and whispered in languages he didn’t understand. The wind screamed. And even t
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Seven
Everything was painted the same shade of red. And that wasn't a mere view from the eye. It was deep and heavy, as if a storm waited for millennia to return, sad and angry and pained, almost like a storm in the sky.Oliver was frozen. Blank and stoned by the light, which wasn't warm but cold and sharp. Not fire; living. It wanted to eat everything, thoughts, and memories too. More than light, it was that feeling wrapping around his bones and pulling into the pieces in him.His body started to tremble. From fear? No. From deep down inside. His bones ached. His skin felt foreign to him. His heart beat dangerously. It was fast, too speedy, as though to catch up to some thing. It was then like the very world itself folded in on itself. Bent, twisted, tore. But he didn't fall. He didn't scream. Rather, it felt like being taken apart.Oliver could neither see nor hear anymore. Not even the wind or the beat of his own heart. But he felt pain, starting from his chest and spreading out to the e
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Eight
There was no time in the Forge. There were no clocks hanging on the walls, there was also no sun rising, even the view of a falling moon was nowhere in sight. Only pain existed-pain that never stopped, that almost felt intimate-comforted by the memory of a whisper against the skin. Oliver slammed down hard onto the ground; it thudded loud enough for the sound to all come rushing out of his lungs in one loud note. For a moment, he could not breathe. The ground hurt, not like normal stone; it felt sharp and strange, like bones mixed in with old broken swords. It groaned under him, like it was alive. He rolled onto his side, coughing. Cuts graced his skin. It flowed down his arms and legs. Some places in his body were hurting so badly that he couldn't figure out how he was even still moving. He tried to haul himself up, but the ground was pushing him down. It was like it didn't want to let him up. Above him were shadows. Huge, dark shadows moving silently. They were watching him. The
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Ninety-Nine
Each heartbeat pounded in Oliver's ears, almost as if his heart were beating within the recesses of his skull. The pain in his body seemed endless. There was not a part of his body that didn't hurt. His skin, once smooth, now shone with silver cracks running like lightning beneath his armor. It was strange yet felt familiar, a constant reminder of how far he had fallen. His legs felt heavy; his feet dragged across shattered ground as he stumbled onward. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. Each step was a battle, and each breath could have been the last unto his burning lungs, perforated by a kind of abandonment. It was a dull ache haunting Oliver, smoldering within him, refusing to die even if alongside him lay a body yearning for death.He tried to balance again, but the first thing he saw was them breaking through the shadow. Too many limbs had they! Bodies stitched with mismatched pieces of skin. Mouths sewn shut; gone were the eyes, replaced by empty, hollow sockets. C
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred
The fall ended prematurely. Oliver hit an unyielding surface and felt all the wind slam out of his lungs. The force from the collision shot up his spine like fire through the nerves. In the darkness, there were no echoes, no sky, no ground—only an endless, choking absence of sound. He coughed. Blood smeared his lips. His fingers trembling, he began to push against the foreign black stone under him.Then he saw it.A space, vast and perfect in shape. A circular polished obsidian, with walls smooth and towering, but with no ceiling—the sky above, gone. Instead, an infinite void opened upward, with stars twisting sluggishly across an empty canvas. A quiet hum vibrated beneath the skin.It was in the center of this bizarre room that a mirror stood.It was higher than any mountain, wider than any battlefield. The frame was a molten silver flowing with red and gold veins that pulsed like living metal. The glass was too transparent, too deep- sheen might not be the appropriate word; it migh
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter One Hundred-One
No noise. No light. Only movement. Only pain. Only war. Oliver opened his eyes, or thought he did; nothing felt different in that place whether he kept them shut or not: no light change, no shapes, no borders, no floor, no sky, nothing but an endless void, pressing in from all sides with pressure like the deepest ocean. But he moved, so something must still exist.Smoke entered his lungs. Ice left his mouth. Every thud of pain in his ribs, pain that etched itself into his bones as fatigue, and yet he managed to keep going. Something else moved, too- around him, behind him, inside him. The monsters had come without the luxury of a warning, without the snarl of rage, or the cry of rage. They had come with silence.The first was but a shadow of a hand--a hand that pulled back from the dark and closed around his throat, its grip a grasp of memory, regret, and betrayal he had never healed from; as he shoved it away with his bare fingers, its form twisted, arms growing long, then thick, onl
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Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Two
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,
