Novels by Treasure writes.

The hallways twisted like serpents, walls of obsidian and stone shifting with every step. Kaelen’s lungs burned as he sprinted beside Varin, their weapons ready, hearts pounding. The light of the Heart, far behind them, cast long, flickering shadows, but the glow of the pursuing Angels was worse, searing, relentless, divine judgment incarnate.Kaelen’s dagger pulsed in his hand, crimson energy thrumming in rhythm with his racing heartbeat. Faster, the god whispered. You can’t outrun them, but you can destroy the weak and survive.Kaelen ignored the voice. Survival meant brains, not bloodlust.Two of the Angels hovered close, wings slicing the air like blades, their halberds leaving streaks of light that carved gouges into the walls. The third, larger, angelic executioner led the charge, its sword glowing like molten silver.Varin ducked a slash, spinning and striking back with his spear. Sparks erupted as steel collided with divine metal. “Kaelen! Left!”Kaelen twisted, barely avoidi

The Angel’s wings spread wide, each feather a blade of radiant fire. Its helm, crowned with runes of light, glowed with a holy brilliance that burned Kaelen’s eyes. Chains slithered from its armor like living serpents, each tipped with a hook. Kaelen’s breath caught in his throat. He’d seen monsters, demons, beasts made of nightmares, but this was different. This wasn’t rage or hunger. It was judgment. The Angel raised its hand, and the entire hall trembled. Run, the god whispered in Kaelen’s mind, his tone almost amused unless you’d like to be erased. Varin grabbed Kaelen’s arm, yanking him backward. “Move!” Kaelen snapped out of his daze just as a spear of light shot from the Angel’s palm, striking where he had stood. The impact shattered stone, sending shards flying. They sprinted toward the far end of the chamber, dodging collapsing pillars and chains that lashed out like vipers.The Angel moved with terrifying grace, its wings slicing through the air, each beat a gale-force

The Warden moved like a living fortress. Chains coiled from its shoulders, each link glowing with molten runes, striking the floor like whips. Its massive fists, each the size of a carriage, slammed down, cracking the stone beneath Kaelen’s feet. Kaelen dove aside, rolling across the trembling floor. A chain lashed out, wrapping around a pillar, and the Warden yanked, tearing it down like paper. Varin’s spear crackled with blue energy as he hurled it at the Warden’s head. The weapon struck true, exploding in a burst of light that staggered the massive creature. But the Warden only roared, the sound shaking dust from the ceiling. “Hit its core!” Varin shouted. Kaelen’s gaze flicked to the Heart, the massive crystal pulsing in the center of the room, connected to the Warden by chains. He sprinted forward, dagger glowing crimson in his hand, but another chain lashed out, slamming into his side and throwing him across the chamber. He slammed into a wall, the breath knocked from his

The spear’s cold steel pressed against Kaelen’s throat. Varin’s eyes glowed faintly in the dim light of the bridge, sharp and calculating, like a predator weighing its next move. The cracked porcelain mask dangling from his belt made him seem even more dangerous, less a man, more a hunter stripped of pretense. Kaelen didn’t move. His dagger glimmered faintly in his hand, pulsing with crimson light. The god’s voice purred in his mind. “Kill him, you’ve seen his strength. You know what he’ll do if you let him live.” Kaelen ignored the whisper, keeping his voice level. “Move that spear, or I’ll cut your arm off.” Varin’s expression didn’t change. “What are you hiding?” Kaelen smirked faintly. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Varin chuckled softly, but his spear didn’t budge. “You’re not funny.” “Not trying to be.” The air between them was thick with tension. Kaelen could feel every muscle in Varin’s body coiled tight, ready to strike. Then, with a sharp motion, Varin steppe

The darkness yawned beneath Kaelen, an endless void where Varin had been swallowed whole. The chains writhed like living serpents, their clinking echoing up through the abyss.Leave him, the Exiled God murmured in his mind. He’s already marked for death. You’ll only follow him to your grave. Kaelen tightened his grip on the glowing dagger, its crimson light pulsing like a heartbeat. “I’m not leaving him.” The god’s voice turned sharp. “You barely know him.” “He saved my life,” Kaelen growled. A low chuckle reverberated in his head. So noble. It will get you killed. Kaelen ignored him. He sheathed the dagger and looped a broken chain around his waist, tying it off as a makeshift harness. He tested the tension; it would hold. Then he began his descent. The chains were cold, slick with condensation. The air grew damp as Kaelen lowered himself into the void, the glow of the platform above shrinking until it was nothing but a distant halo. The silence down here wasn’t empty; it was

The creature rising from the chasm was unlike anything Kaelen had seen. Its body stretched endlessly, a serpentine mass of muscle and scales, covered in chains that dragged and clanged against the platform. Its head, if it could be called that, split into multiple jaws, each lined with rows of teeth. Dozens of glowing blue eyes blinked independently along its body, watching from every angle. The platform groaned beneath Kaelen’s feet as the monster’s bulk shifted closer, coils as thick as towers sliding over the edge. Varin’s voice was tight behind his porcelain mask. “That’s not a guardian.”Kaelen raised his dagger. “Then what is it?” “A purge beast,” Varin said grimly. “When the tower decides a climber’s too dangerous, it sends one of these.” The god’s voice rumbled in Kaelen’s mind, pleased. Not just dangerous but chosen. The beast roared, a sound like a thousand chains snapping at once. The blast of air from its maw sent Kaelen staggering. “Move!” Varin barked, leaping to