Chapter 89
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This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.

Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons.

For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.

Most of the building's space was for sto
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    Caster held tightly to the handle of his sword, making sure the blade stayed deep inside the core."I am rewriting the rules," Caster answered. His voice was calm. It was the only calm thing in the entire screaming universe.“You cannot kill the consequence!” The Warden begged. The pale gray fire in its empty eyes turned into blinding white light. If I die, the world has no balance! The sins of humanity will pile up! The earth will poison itself! I am the only thing keeping the scale even!The giant monster's body began to rapidly decay. But it did not decay into gray dirt or black ash. It decayed into pure, blinding white light.Where the white light touched the solid ash, the ash simply dissolved into bright, floating sparks. The monster’s giant fingers turned to light and floated away. Its massive legs crumbled into brilliant white stars."You are wrong," Caster told the dying god. "You are not a scale. You are just a cage. You kept us trapped in fear."“They will destroy themselv

  • Chapter 541

    Caster Spellbound flew through the endless, empty dark of the Ash Void. He was an old, broken man. His gray robes were torn into dirty rags. His ribs were cracked. His skin was pale and covered in dried, black blood. But he did not look like a weak man. He looked like a shooting star.He moved at an impossible speed. He was not falling anymore. He was flying straight up, heading directly toward the giant, thirty-foot-tall monster.The glowing orange chain of light stuck deeply into his chest. It was his anchor. It tied his soul to Archmage Lysane, who was fighting to keep the dimensional window open far above them.The chain did not just keep him alive. It gave him a way to move.Caster grabbed the bright orange chain with his left hand. He pulled on it. Because the chain was tied to the real world, it acted like a solid, unbreakable rope in the zero-gravity space of the Void. Caster used the chain like a giant slingshot. He pulled hard, and the tension snapped him forward even fast

  • Chapter 540

    A flood of pure, warm, living mana rushed down the glowing chain.It poured from Lysane’s heart, traveled down the long line of light, and rushed straight into Caster’s dying veins.Caster’s eyes went wide. He looked down at his crumbling gray legs. The flaking stopped. The dry, cracked, dead ash stopped falling away.Slowly, beautifully, the gray color began to retreat. The color of healthy, pale human skin returned to his feet. The warmth traveled up his legs, past his knees, and into his stomach.He looked at his hands. His fingers had been turning to smoke. Now, the smoke reversed. Solid bone, muscle, and skin grew back instantly. His fingers became strong and steady.The chain was grounding his existence. It was reminding the universe that Caster Spellbound was a real, living, physical human being. It told the Ash Void that it was not allowed to eat him.The pure mana flooded his exhausted system. It felt like drinking a glass of cold, clean water after walking in the desert for a

  • Chapter 539

    Caster Spellbound floated in the absolute dark. He was tumbling backward through the Ash Void. This was the empty, endless space between the worlds. There was no ground to stand on. There was no sky. There was only pitch-black emptiness, filled with tiny, floating red embers that used to be human souls.Just a second ago, Caster was ready to die. He had compressed his entire soul into a tiny, burning star inside his chest. He was going to explode. He was going to erase himself from the universe to destroy the giant monster in front of him. But then, the bright blue spear had shot through the dark.Caster stared at the giant Ash Warden. The thirty-foot-tall dark god was roaring in terrible pain. The bright blue spear of pure Tower magic was stuck deep inside the monster’s giant wrist of molten bone.Tied to the end of the blue spear was a long, glowing orange rope.Caster followed the glowing orange rope with his tired gray eyes. The rope stretched high up into the endless dark space

  • Chapter 538

    “Your sacrifice is meaningless,” the Warden gloated. “You throw away your eternity for a brief pause. When I return, I will find your precious city. I will find your Archmage Lysane. I will find the children. And I will turn them all to dust.”Caster felt the burning star in his chest reach critical mass. It was ready.Five seconds until detonation. He looked into the pale gray fire of the monster’s eyes.Caster Spellbound was an old man. He had made terrible mistakes. He was tired, and his body was turning to dust. He was about to erase his own name from the book of the universe forever. But Caster did not cry. He did not beg. He smiled. It was a bloody, broken, fiercely defiant smile."You do not understand humans," Caster whispered back. His weak voice carried the absolute, unbreakable pride of a mortal man."You think a thousand years is a brief pause?" Caster asked, his smile growing wider. "A thousand years is thirty generations of humans. In a thousand years, my people built f

  • Chapter 537

    It was a cold, hard, terrible truth. He was the smartest Archmage in history. He had planned for everything. He had built the tether. He had opened the door. He had even tried to defuse the explosion.But no amount of smart planning could beat this.You cannot win a boxing match against an ocean. You cannot stab a mountain to death. The Warden had infinite energy, infinite health, and infinite time.Caster had nothing left.He looked far, far above him. In the incredibly distant darkness, he saw a tiny, faint, glowing purple square. It was the window to the real world. It was the tear in reality that the explosion had ripped open.The window was very small now. It was shrinking. The massive suction of the Void was trying to pull the real world inside, but the tear was slowly trying to heal itself.Caster thought of Archmage Lysane. He thought of her beautiful white hair. He thought of the brave little boy, Finn. He thought of the millions of people in the capital city who were finally

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