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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    The chaotic, dead void-energy that was keeping their bodies animated had been completely neutralized by Caster’s wave. The dark magic was cancelled out by the perfect balance of life and death. Without the dark magic pulling their strings, the puppets collapsed. It happened all at once. The twelve Thralls simply fell forward. Their heavy armor crashed against the blue crystal floor. Their weapons made of sharp black glass shattered into harmless dust. The thick purple smoke leaking from their eyes faded away. Their faces relaxed. They did not look like monsters anymore. They just looked like very tired, dead soldiers who had finally been allowed to go to sleep. The threat of Elias Thorpe’s personal army was finished. "They are down," Sikoa breathed. She let her daggers drop to her sides. "Look at the core," Solon whispered in awe. Sikoa turned her head. She looked at the center of the massive room. The Central Node was beautiful. Before, it had been blindingly white, covered

  • Chapter 836

    The golden light of truth rejected the monster’s unnatural existence. The pitch-black magic of consequence pulled the monster's borrowed mass away.The flying blood-bat instantly lost its shape. It dissolved into a cloud of harmless, dry gray dust. The wind blew the dust away. The monster was completely erased.All across the continent, the exact same miracle happened.The giant tar-wolves turned to dirt and splashed into the mud. The massive ash-spiders crumbled into piles of broken, ordinary sand.Every single void-creature that had stepped out of the rifts was instantly neutralized and unmade by the wave of balance. Then, the wave hit the sky.The violent, swirling Black Storm of the Ash Void was raging in the clouds. The thick, dark gray atmosphere of the dead dimension was trying to choke the world.The wave of gold and black light crashed into the storm.The reaction was beautiful.

  • Chapter 835

    The ancient man stepped out of the giant blue crystal. His white robes dragged across the smooth floor. His eyes burned with a terrifying, blinding white fire. "It is time for the master to clean the floors," the First Sage Chancellor whispered. Caster Spellbound heard the words. He saw the ancient founder walking toward him. But Caster could not move. He was still kneeling inside the Heart Alchemy Engine. His bloody, burned hands were locked tightly onto the heavy brass stabilizing rods. The silver wire glowed brightly around him. The dark, black iron sigil of the Ash Warden spun furiously between his knees. Caster was acting as the human bridge. He was pumping his own soul, a perfect, impossible mixture of bright golden truth and dark, freezing consequence, directly into the giant Central Node floating above him. He was fixing the broken world. And the process could not be stopped. “I cannot let go,” Caster thought. His mind was a storm of agony and focus. “If I let go to figh

  • Chapter 834

    The deep, jagged black cracks running across the surface of the giant crystal began to heal. The stone knit itself back together. The floating pieces of broken glass flew backward and reattached perfectly. The violent earthquake shaking the cavern completely ceased. The dust stopped falling from the ceiling. The world was no longer tearing itself apart. The planar friction was smoothed away by the perfect, balanced magic flowing from Caster’s heart. Solon sat on the floor, holding Sikoa tightly. He stared up at the giant, healed blue crystal. He stared at the pillar of silver light pouring out of his friend. Tears of pure, overwhelming joy streamed down the archivist’s pale face. "You did it," Solon wept happily. "You fixed the blueprint. The world is safe."Caster knelt in the center of the brass triangle. The silver light continued to pour from his chest, feeding the hungry, giant crystal above. He felt incredibly peaceful. The pain was gone. The fear was gone. He had achieved

  • Chapter 833

    Caster felt a massive, burning, overwhelming surge of pure human emotion. It was not a magic spell. It was love. It was the fierce, stubborn, absolute love of a man who refused to let his friends die in the dark. "I am not dust!" Caster roared inside his own mind. He grabbed the tiny, warm golden seed. He pulled it straight into the middle of the massive, flooding black ocean of dark magic. He did not try to fight the dark magic. He did not try to push the Ash Warden out. He anchored it. He used the intense, burning human love as a heavy iron chain. He wrapped the golden truth tightly around the freezing black ash. The dark magic raged. It hissed. It tried to freeze the love. But human love is messy. It is stubborn. It refuses to die. Caster forced the two completely opposite forces to sit in the exact same room. He forced the absolute destruction of the Ash Void to mix perfectly with the boundless creation of his own human soul. He became the bridge. In the physical cavern, Ca

  • Chapter 832

    Caster needed an ocean of power to jump-start the machine. He had to generate enough force to suck the ticking bomb out of Elias’s chest, and he had to push enough clean energy up to heal the giant Central Node. Caster closed his eyes. He looked inward, staring into the empty, quiet space of his own soul. He found the tiny, warm golden seed. The magic of pure truth and human willpower. It was beautiful. It was safe. But Caster knew the terrible math. The golden seed was not enough. It was a tiny spark. A spark cannot stop a volcano. To move a mountain of chaotic energy, you need an equal mountain of heavy force. You need gravity. You need consequence. You need the dark. Caster turned his mental gaze away from the golden seed. He looked deeper into the shadows of his own mind. He looked at the tiny, microscopic, hidden stain in the corner of his soul. It was the lingering echo of the Ash Warden. When Caster had fought the dark god, a tiny piece of its necrotic, dead magic had hidd

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