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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eighty
The world was breaking apart.High above, the sky cracked open like shattered glass, and a bright, strange light poured out from the wounds in the heavens. It was not sunlight. It was something else—something powerful, something terrifying. The ruins of the ancient city below trembled under its glow. Buildings, once proud and tall, stood in jagged pieces, their broken edges reflecting the eerie light from above. The ground beneath Oliver’s feet rumbled, as if the very earth was groaning in pain.Nadia stumbled beside him, her usually sharp eyes wide with disbelief. "Oliver, what the hell is happening?"Oliver didn't have an answer. He had no words for the sight before him, for the unnatural fracture in the sky, for the weight pressing down on his chest. The world felt wrong, like reality itself was unraveling. He reached for his sword, gripping the hilt with white-knuckled determination.Then, without warning, the ground beneath him shattered completely."Oliver!" Nadia’s voice was t
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted 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
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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
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
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
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
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
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
Chapter Ninety-Three
Oliver landed hard on the ground, rolling through the scorched dust and stone. The floor cracked beneath his body, and every bone in him begged for stillness-but the moment he opened his eyes, he knew rest was an illusion. They were in a different part of the Forge now-some inner sanctum buried deep in the crucible's bowels. The walls here bled fire from runic seams. The ceilings arched endlessly into smoke. Chains moved of their own volition like hungry serpents. And before them loomed a colossal gate-twelve stories tall, sealed with a lattice of glowing sigils and bones. Azrael stood nearby, eyes scanning the runes. "We've got maybe three minutes before that thing tracks us."" "The Binder," Oliver said with an effort to sit up. "You knew it?" Azrael didn't look away from the gate. "Everyone in the old wars knew it. The Binder doesn't kill. It archives. Chains your soul in a memory loop and erases your presence from existence. You become a story told by screams in the walls."He
Chapter Ninety-Two
The Spirit Gladiator Forge was not a prison but a crucible.The air was thick and heavy with the heat of memories, though not a memory from Oliver's own mind but echoes; ghostly thoughts belonging to the warriors that had walked through here before. Their screams seemed to linger within the very walls; their blood upon the dirt floor was still fresh in memory. The ancient symbols burned all around him, carved deep into black stone, glowing like embers—pulsing with a slow and steady rhythm—almost like a heartbeat. An enormous heartbeat. Sleeping. Waiting.Hanging by his arms, iron cuffs burned his wrists as if they were brands. His feet dragged along the ground; every breath felt like a blade against his lungs. Red spirit seals adorned his skin, whispering to him in dead languages, and caging his power like barbed wire.He focused. It was a painstaking effort; every few seconds, though, the pain would slip in like liquid mercury to drown thought.The Warden stood on the other side of
Chapter Ninety-One
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
