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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
CHAPTER 252
The Skell Plane didn’t sleep. It only shifted, slowly, endlessly, like a body trying to remember how to breathe.Caster sat in the dim glow of the chronolog device, its cracked surface humming weakly in his palm. Around him, the wasteland stretched for miles, flat, black, and trembling with old energy. The air tasted of metal and old storms.He hadn’t moved for what felt like hours. Or maybe minutes. Time here was still wrong. He pressed a hand to his forehead and whispered, “Show me more.”The chronolog flickered but didn’t respond. Its glow throbbed like a heartbeat, slow and fading. He sighed. “You want more mana, don’t you?”He held his hand above the device. Pale light gathered at his fingertips, threads of golden energy weaving down into the artifact. The runes along its edge brightened, then spun slowly.A voice, distant and broken, echoed from the device. “Skell Survey, Day 12, data corruption, ambient resonance rising.”Caster’s breath hitched. “It’s working.”The projection
CHAPTER 251
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,
Chapter 250
The Blackthorn Path shimmered faintly under Caster’s fingers as he activated the Chaos Mana Diamonds. The small circle of light at his feet pulsed with an almost impatient rhythm. He didn’t hesitate this time, he had a mission. The Skell Plane had revealed more than just Skeleton Warriors and Nether Iron; it had exposed a potential thread in the fabric of history itself.Caster inhaled sharply. He had come prepared this time. The Mage Eye he’d left behind during his last visit hummed faintly, tethered by residual mana. That observation alone had changed the way he approached the plane: stealth, patience, and careful calculation would be more valuable than brute force.The portal flickered, the air thickening with the scent of ozone as the diamonds spun. Time felt malleable here, the edges of reality trembling. He could feel it, this wasn’t just travel, it was a small incision in the flow of time. He stepped forward.The ground of the Skell Plane spread before him in its usual blac
Chapter 249
The auction hall smelled of sawdust and fresh paint. The walls were rough, and a faint draft moved through the cracks in the half-finished ceiling. Torches burned along the walls, giving off uneven light. Shadows stretched across the room like long fingers. The air was thick with voices, low, eager, restless.Caster sat near the middle, paddle 27 resting on his knee. His eyes moved again and again across the faces in the room. He studied them carefully. Adventurers in worn leather leaned forward with hungry looks, hands twitching for treasure. Merchants whispered into each other’s ears, already planning what profit they would make from resale. Nobles sat still, hiding behind dark cloaks, but their jeweled rings flashed whenever they shifted their hands.Caster crossed his arms, quiet. He didn’t want to look nervous, but his mind kept working, weighing every person, every mood.A bell rang, sharp and clear. The voices cut off at once. From the side of the stage, the demon in the tal
Chapter 248
Producing something like that with the tools he had would be hard—extremely hard.Caster wiped a line of soot from his cheek as he examined the half-sketched blueprint. “If I’m off by even a millimeter,” he muttered, “the detonation won't focus, and all that energy will bleed out before it does anything useful.”He leaned back, tossing the chalk aside. The idea of a hybrid engine still buzzed in his mind, but the practicality? Not so simple.“Maybe I’m overcomplicating things,” he said aloud to no one in particular. “A steam engine would be easier. Just need a water tank and a heating rune—let the pressure do the work.”He tapped the side of the parchment thoughtfully. Steam engines wouldn’t be as powerful, but a simple heating spell was efficient. More importantly, it was consistent.‘Would be nice if I could tweak the heat settings on those spells,’ he thought, standing up and stretching his arms. ‘There’s going to be a lot of trial and error involved… and what for? What would I do
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