Chapter 71
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Caster's party had to squeeze through a small opening the miners had created. After they passed, the opening was sealed, leaving only a small head-sized hole.

They were instructed to communicate through this hole and to knock on the wall in a Morse code-like pattern to identify themselves to the miners on the other side.

Guards were stationed outside to ensure the miners' safety. The adventurers had a map and were tasked with slowly clearing the tunnels of monsters.

Working alongside other adventurer teams, their goal was to eliminate the monster infestation, though the duration of the mission was uncertain.

Each team was given simple clocks to track their time inside, ensuring they did not stay longer than five hours.

A blue sphere of light illuminated the tunnel. Wide enough for three people to walk side by side, the tunnel featured small railroad tracks on the rocky floor. An empty minecart sat on the tracks, likely used to transport iron ore and minerals.

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    The hall trembled long after the vault’s roar had faded. The air smelled faintly of dust and lightning. The stone beneath Caster’s boots still vibrated with the echo of power.He leaned against the cold wall, chest rising and falling. “That was too close.”Eidric stood beside him, runes flickering dimly across his bones. “The vault does not like to be disturbed. You took more than it wished to give.”Caster reached into his cloak and pulled out the golden shard. It pulsed faintly, as if alive. “Then it shouldn’t have left this behind.”The Archivist’s hollow eyes flickered with pale light. “That fragment carries your father’s last imprint. Handle it carefully. Memory can wound deeper than steel.”Caster’s fingers tightened around the shard. “He left this for a reason.”Eidric tilted his skull. “Perhaps. Or perhaps he meant for it never to be found.”But Caster wasn’t listening anymore. The shard was vibrating faintly in his hand. When he held it closer.Faint lines of light ran across

  • CHAPTER 255

    The door to the Core Vault closed behind them with a deep, final thud. The sound rippled through the floor, echoing like a heartbeat inside the earth.Caster paused, eyes wide. The air felt thick, heavy, full of whispers. A faint golden mist drifted between thousands of crystal shards that floated weightlessly in the vast chamber. Each shard pulsed with a soft light, humming like faint memories trying to breathe. Eidric’s hollow voice echoed beside him. “Welcome to the Vault of Fossilized Thoughts. Every fragment here is a memory too heavy for time to carry.”Caster turned slowly in awe. “It’s beautiful,” he whispered. “And terrifying.”Eidric nodded. “Beauty and terror often live in the same breath, Spellbound. Don’t let the light fool you. Each crystal is a mind… a piece of someone who thought too deeply.”Caster reached out toward one shard. It glowed faint blue and vibrated softly, as if sensing him. “They’re alive?”“In a sense,” Eidric said. “They think, but without bodies. The

  • CHAPTER 254

    The sound of bones echoed through the endless hall. Every step Caster took stirred whispers between the skulls lining the walls. They murmured names he did not know, fragments of words from people long forgotten.He followed Eidric, the skeletal scholar who moved like a shadow of light and dust. Runes glowed faintly across Eidric’s bones, binding him together, pulsing softly with mana. The glow flickered now and then, like a candle near death. Caster watched him closely. The air was thick with cold, but it wasn’t the kind of cold that bit skin. It was the kind that made thoughts slow, like the air itself carried memory. “Tell me something,” Caster said after a long silence. His voice echoed faintly. “How long have you been here?”Eidric didn’t turn around. “Time has no meaning in the Skell Plane. I stopped counting after the second century.”“Centuries,” Caster repeated quietly.Eidric’s voice was calm, almost melodic. “I was once a researcher for Oaker Tower. I came here with the

  • CHAPTER 253

    The wind howled like a living thing. Caster stood before the spire, the colossal pillar rising into the cloud-choked sky. Every inch of its black surface shimmered with strange runes, runes that crawled, twisted, and rearranged themselves like they were alive.He reached out slowly, his fingers hovering above the shifting light. “So you’re the Memory Vault,” he whispered.The symbols changed the moment he spoke. His name appeared, Caster Spellbound, and for a second, his heart froze. The runes pulsed once, twice, as if acknowledging him. He took a careful step back. “It knows me,” he said under his breath.The air thickened. The spire began to hum, a low sound like a heartbeat buried under stone. The ash around him lifted, swirling upward into the sky, and then the whisper came again. “Spellbound, return what you stole.”Caster clenched his jaw. “I didn’t steal. I rewrote the law to keep this plane from dying.”The voice didn’t answer, but the runes glowed brighter. The light washe

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    The air burned before it breathed. Caster’s eyes opened to a gray sky that wasn’t a sky at all, only a shifting sheet of ash and lightless mist. The Skell Plane. Again. But this time, it was different. The ground under him trembled like something alive. Cracks ran through the soil, glowing faintly blue, pulsing like veins beneath dead flesh.He pushed himself up slowly, one hand gripping his staff. The mana around him was wild, fractured. Even breathing felt wrong, like inhaling dust made of old memories. “Not again,” he whispered, his voice a rasp. “I rewrote the laws, this place should be stable.”It wasn’t. Black ash swirled around his boots as he took a cautious step forward. Time itself seemed uncertain here.When he blinked, the world jumped, skipping seconds, bending minutes. Sometimes the mist rolled fast, other times it froze like a painting. He didn’t trust his heartbeat anymore, then the whispers began. Soft at first. Distant. Then closer. Dozens of voices, distorted,

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