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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Eight
Oliver hesitated at the edge of the ruins, his fingers curling at his sides. The figure had disappeared into the darkness ahead, their steps swallowed by the eerie silence of the forgotten city. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back, to run—but there was nowhere to go. No way out.So he followed.His boots scraped against the stone as he moved, his breath shallow. The dim glow from the cracks in the ground flickered with each step, casting strange, shifting shadows along the ruined walls. The cold air bit at his skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, or something worse.The city stretched endlessly before him, an ancient graveyard of towering structures that had long since crumbled. Once, these streets must have been alive. Now, they belonged to ghosts."Keep up."Oliver flinched at the voice. The hooded figure had stopped ahead, standing near the remnants of a massive archway. Its jagged edges clawed at the sky, a silen
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Nine
Oliver followed Wren deeper into the broken city. The buildings around them were old and crumbling, their walls cracked, their windows shattered. The streets were empty, filled only with dust and scattered debris. But the silence was the worst part. It wasn’t just the absence of people—it was something heavier, something watching. It made Oliver’s skin crawl.He tried to shake off the feeling as he walked, but every step sent echoes bouncing off the ruined walls, making it sound like someone—or something—was following them. He glanced behind him more than once, but the street was always empty.Wren, on the other hand, moved like they belonged here. Their boots made no sound against the stone, their movements careful and deliberate. They never hesitated, never second-guessed where they were going. Oliver, however, stumbled more than once. Loose rubble shifted under his feet, nearly sending him to the ground. He cursed under his breath, his hands twitching at his sides.He wanted his fi
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy
Oliver stood in the middle of the ruined city, watching the fire flicker in his hands. The flames danced, bright and wild, casting long shadows against the crumbling walls around him. The heat licked at his skin, warm but not painful. It felt right, like it belonged to him, like it was a part of him. Yet deep down, a question gnawed at him, refusing to leave.Who had given him this power? And what would they ask for in return?Ahead of him, Wren walked with steady, silent steps. Their hood was pulled low over their face, hiding their expression. They never once looked back at him, never said anything about the fire he kept summoning, watching as it curled and flickered between his fingers like it might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.Oliver followed, but the silence between them was thick, heavy, filled with too many things left unsaid. The wind whispered through the ruined city, carrying the scent of dust, stone, and something else—something old and metallic, like rusted
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-One
Oliver barely had a moment to breathe. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heart hammering like a drum inside his ribs. The ruins around him trembled, and the ground beneath his feet shook so hard he thought it might split apart at any moment. Broken columns groaned and rattled, loose stones tumbling to the cracked ground. Dust rained down in thick clouds, making it hard to see. The air itself felt strange—thick, heavy, and charged with something unseen yet terrifying. It was as if the whole world had taken a deep breath and was holding it, waiting for something terrible to happen.Oliver tried to steady himself, pushing against his aching knees as he looked around. "What now?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.Wren's head jerked up. Their sharp eyes widened in horror. "Move! Now!"There was no time to question. Oliver ran.A deep crack splintered through the stone behind him, opening like a jagged wound. From that dark fissure, heat blasted upward, as if something mo
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Two
Oliver gasped as he tumbled through the endless dark. His body was spinning, but there was no ground, no sky, nothing to hold onto. It felt like falling, but not in the way he had ever known. There was no wind rushing past him, no sensation of weight pulling him downward. Instead, he floated in emptiness, dragged forward by something unseen. It was like being caught in a great river, carried by its current with no way to resist.Then, suddenly—impact.His back slammed against something solid. A sharp pain shot through him as the air was forced from his lungs. His vision blurred. For a moment, all he could do was lie there, gasping for breath, tasting blood in his mouth. He groaned and tried to move. His fingers found the surface beneath him—cold, damp stone. The texture was rough, uneven, slick as if it had been polished by time or something far worse.Slowly, Oliver pushed himself up. His muscles trembled, his limbs aching from the impact. Around him, the darkness was not complete. T
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Three
Minutes passed. Then hours.Oliver walked through the dark passageways, his boots scraping against the cold stone floor. His breath echoed around him, the only sound in the empty corridors. The air was damp, heavy with silence, pressing down on him like an invisible weight.He kept moving. Left, then right. He ran his fingers along the rough stone walls, hoping for something different, something new. He took out his dagger and scratched a mark into the wall—just a small cut, a sign to remind himself that he had been here before. If he found it again, he would know he was walking in circles.But when he passed through the hallway once more, the mark was gone.Oliver stopped. His stomach twisted. His throat felt tight. He turned sharply, retracing his steps, counting each turn in his head. Left. Right. Down the spiral path. He whispered the directions to himself, over and over, trying to hold onto them. But no matter how carefully he moved, no matter how many turns he took, he always en
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Four
The cold air hit Oliver’s face the moment he stepped through the doorway. It was sharp, like a blade cutting through the heavy dampness that had clung to him inside the labyrinth. The sudden change made him suck in a breath, his body tensing as the wind curled around him. His tattered cloak flapped wildly, its frayed edges snapping like worn-out flags. The cold slipped beneath the fabric, slithering along his skin, making him shiver. He took a deep breath, letting the crisp, fresh air fill his lungs, washing away the stale, suffocating atmosphere of the labyrinth.But the world beyond the doorway was not what he had expected.Oliver found himself standing on the very edge of a jagged cliff. The ground beneath his boots was cracked and crumbling, small stones tumbling down into the valley below. He barely dared to move, his heart hammering in his chest. A vast expanse stretched before him, covered in thick, rolling mist that shifted like something alive. In the distance, towering mou
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Five
The path was steep and dangerous. Oliver followed the woman as she walked down the winding trail, his boots slipping on loose stones. Every step was a battle to stay upright. The ground beneath him felt unstable, as if the earth itself did not want him there. The mist wrapped around his ankles, curling like fingers trying to pull him back. It smelled of damp soil and something else—something old and forgotten.As they went lower, the air grew warmer. But it was not a comforting warmth. It did not feel like the sun on his skin or the heat of a fire on a cold night. It felt unnatural, as if something deep below was breathing hot air into the world above. Oliver swallowed hard, but his throat was dry.The woman walked ahead of him, her dark cloak barely moving even though the wind tugged at his own clothes. She did not stumble. She did not hesitate. She moved as if she belonged here, as if the path itself welcomed her. Oliver, on the other hand, felt like an intruder. He kept his distanc
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The world around Oliver held its breath, as if someone had pressed pause on the universe. Even sound itself turned sharp and strange, like glass shattering in slow motion. He stood very still. His eyes were wide. His heart pounded inside his chest like a drum. His hands trembled. He was staring at someone—no, not just someone.He was staring at himself. But older. Stronger. Wearing black armor, like a warrior out of a nightmare. This future Oliver looked tired. His eyes were heavy with knowledge and pain. They faced each other, the past and the future. Neither moved. Neither blinked.And then—it happened. Azrael screamed. It was not a scream of pain. It was a scream of fear. An unfiltered scream of fear. He knelt, clutching his chest. His wings—wings that were powerful and terrifying, made of fire and heavy chains—began twisting inwards. They began to burn, but not with normal fire. This was strange, an inner fire.“NO!” he shouted. “NOT NOW—NOT WHILE HE’S WATCHING!”But it was alread
Chapter One Hundred-Twelve
Oliver's breath halted in his chest. His heartbeat raced, now pounding within the hollow shell of his ear. Glimmering from his skin, golden cracks appeared across his body, crackling like lightning. His chest heaved, and then - he gasped.A heavy pulse of light exploded from his heart. Suddenly, everything outside him was void. The space opened around him, revealing a dusky, endless void that felt as though time birthed itself apart, fragments of broken worlds swirling in every direction. He saw flashes of occurrences that didn't make sense-burned cities, laughing children, oceans on fire, and snow falling upwards. Lovers were apparently taking hands in front of something dreadful, almost as if time was making jokes at his expense. His eyes widened. They were different now and not their usual colors. Bright - white, pure, and blinding - the new eyes were no longer a person. He felt something deeper, something immensely beyond what he was.He could hear strange voices echoing from some
Chapter One Hundred-Eleven
Oliver held a spear tightly in his hands. It felt warm, almost like it was alive. At first, it just glowed a little—like a candle in the dark. A soft, golden light blinked gently, like a slow heartbeat.Then something happened. The spear changed. It didn’t make a sound, but everything around it felt different. The air shook. A strong wave of golden energy rushed out from Oliver like a big, invisible push. The ground cracked under his feet. The old buildings around him, already falling apart, broke completely. Towers fell down like they were made of dust. Black, sticky shadows that reached down from a scary monster in the sky were burned up. They disappeared like smoke when the sun comes out.Even the angels in the sky had to move back. They put their shining arms in front of their faces to block the light. Their wings flickered like small fires in the wind.But Oliver didn’t move. He stood still. He didn’t need to move. His feet stayed firm on the broken ground. He looked calm, even
Chapter One Hundred-Ten
Reality folded around Oliver like paper being crushed by invisible hands. It felt like the whole world was being turned inside out. His warframe glowed as the Ragnarok Drive powered up. He could see the Mirror Vault one last time before it all vanished. Azrael was flying, his chains forming again around his arms. The failsafe screamed, not like a voice but like glass grinding on glass, sharp and painful.Then—nothing. No light. No sound. No color. No air. There was no ground, no sky, no direction. Everything was gone.But there was a hum. A deep, low hum that wasn't heard with the ears. It was felt. It buzzed in his bones. It whispered in his soul. It was not a voice, but it was alive. It felt like the universe was warning him: something had changed.Then suddenly—impact. He fell into something that felt soft and solid at the same time. It was like falling through a thick cloud but landing on something like cold marble.Oliver gasped and opened his eyes. He was not inside the warfram
Chapter One Hundred-Nine
Azrael slowly stepped forward, his brows raised till they could raise the throne up to itself. It was huge, black too, right in the heart of the once vibrant battlefield. He squinted and whispered, "That’s not just a throne..."Out of nowhere, a jingle of light flashed in Oliver's vision. Suddenly, something new dropped on his HUD:[IDENTITY CONFIRMED: OMEGA CROWN.][FORCE IMPRINT: CLASSIFICATION—REALITY BREACHER.][SEQUENCE STABILITY: COLLAPSING.][INITIATING EMERGENCY FRAME REINFORCEMENT.]Slowly at first, the black throne began twisting upside down, and then like a falling star it slammed onto the ground with a force that sounded like any sound in a vacuum. The shockwave that followed erased it as if sound itself was being swallowed. A bright red glow spread out from the base of the throne, a ring of light shooting across the battlefield like fire racing along a wire.Azrael acted without hesitation. He raised his massive black wings and extended one outward. Dark fire erupted from
Chapter One Hundred-Eight
The wind was so icy, it genuinely felt like little shards of broken glass. The sky would have been blue. Instead, it was a cracked mirror with strange golden clouds drifting through the cracks. Below, the bridge groaned under heavy gusts.Then something changed.A new figure appeared from the mist.There was no walking done by it. It glided along. It moved like a ghost: smooth and sound- less. It was like a whisper on the air; no, like a shimmer on the face of tranquil water. In its holding, two blades rested.One was black-black; it was blacker than a shadow, black like the void between stars. The other was white-silver, shining with the brightness of lightning, sharp like a promise. And the blades sang. Not a song, a hum, dark and low, filled with coldness down to your bones. Michael was now on his knees and attempted to get up. His wings were weak, dancing like a candle under the wind. He groaned. When he coughed, light poured from his mouth. Then down again. Very hard.Oliver sto
Chapter One Hundred-Seven
Oliver stood on weak legs. The air was thick with dust. It floated all around him, making it hard to breathe. Each breath hurt. His lungs burned. His skin was scratched and bleeding. His arm had a deep cut. Blood ran down it, warm and sticky. He had lost a lot of blood. Too much. But still, his mind was clear. Very clear.In front of him, the Heart was gone. It had exploded into light and smoke. The tall spire that held it had fallen. Now it was only black rubble. It smoked like something dead. Something very old. And something very wrong had been inside it. Now that thing was free.Oliver could feel it. Watching him.The air around him felt heavy. Something was hiding in the smoke. It had no face. But its gaze was sharp. Sharp like a knife. It touched the edges of Oliver's thoughts. It crawled through his mind. Cold. Silent. Hungry.Then—A sound. Not a normal sound. Not the wind. Not rocks falling. It was like a breath. A long, deep breath.The stone under Oliver’s feet shook. Then l
Chapter One Hundred-Six
From the ceiling to the floor, the cavern was shaking. Dust motes and little sparks hung in the air, glowing like fireflies. Fragments of the battle still echoed faintly. Cracks curved across the charred walls, where pieces of stone and weapons were scattered over the ground like forgotten remnants of a story.Amidst all this, Oliver was lying sprawled on the ground. His chest was slowly rising and falling. Breathing, yes. Only just. He had survived through the illusion and to the other side of the trap, killed the strange mirror guardian, and survived the battle. It had now taken everything from him. His arms were heavy. His legs wouldn't move. His thoughts seemed to crawl towards him slowly, as though having to plough their way through viscous water. He had lost his sword. He remembered throwing it into the strange gate at the very last moment. It had been the sword he threw. He had seen the hilt disappearing into the light of dawn or early morning, or so he thought just a shade b
Chapter One Hundred-Five
The air smelled of orange blossoms and honey. For a long time, Oliver didn’t move. The sun warmed his face, and the wind was soft—like breath against his skin. A tree above him rustled gently, its leaves whispering secrets he couldn’t quite hear.He was lying in the grass. Real grass. Not cracked stone or ash-covered ground. Grass that tickled his arms. The sky was impossibly blue, like an ocean flipped upside down, and the clouds were like boats drifting with nowhere to go. No fire. No screaming metal. No sword in his hand.Only peace.He sat up slowly. His ribs didn’t hurt. His hands were whole. Even the scar across his chest, the one he’d earned in the fourth siege of Halron Keep, was gone. He touched his face, then his chest. Nothing. Clean.“Oliver,” a voice called.He turned.Azrael was walking toward him—alive. Smiling. That smile, that impossible, heart-breaking grin. His long black coat danced in the breeze. His boots didn’t crunch against the ground because there was no war
