All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 281
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CHAPTER 281. Echoes of the Past
The group left the Mirror Dome in a tight formation, each step cautious as the reflective walls shrank behind them. The false sky dimmed above, casting a dull silver glow over the ruined landscape. Caster walked at the rear of the group, pretending to observe the cracked terrain.But his mind was drifting far from the present moment. The Dome had shaken him more deeply than he wanted to admit.Every reflection had stared at him with a truth he was not ready to face. Every whisper had felt like a wound reopening.But none of it compared to the fear building inside him now. The Council had nearly caught him. Ardis was becoming sharper with every passing minute. Rynne was sniffing through thoughts he could barely keep under control. And above all that, Skell remained on the verge of collapse.Eidric's soft voice drifted beside him. “Your heartbeat is too fast again.”Caster lowered his head. “I know. I am trying.”“You are thinking too much,” Eidric said. “And that becomes dangerous fo
CHAPTER 282. The Discovery
The ground shook as if something deep beneath the surface had awakened from a long, bitter sleep. Dust rolled across the ruined courtyard in thick waves, and the fractured stone glowed with veins of faint blue light. Caster staggered back, bracing himself against a broken pillar while Ardis’s team scrambled to regain their footing.Lyra’s voice trembled as she pointed toward the rising glow. “What is that? That is not natural mana. It is too old. Too structured.”Milo stumbled to her side, eyes wide. “It feels like something recognizing us. Or scanning us.”Drace drew his weapon instantly, blades humming with red runes. “Whatever it is, get ready. It is moving.”Caster’s breath quickened. His pulse hammered against his ribs. He knew that glow. He remembered it from Flint’s memory, from the shard Flint had sealed in the plane’s core. The “Heart Residue.” A dangerous relic. A living remnant.And now it was reacting. Not to Ardis’s team. To him. Eidric appeared beside him, voice whisp
CHAPTER 283. Suspicion
The ruins were painfully silent after the Sentinel’s shattered body fell across the cracked stones. Dust drifted slowly through the air, catching the faint light of the false sky above. No one moved. No one even dared to breathe too loudly.Caster stood at the center of the courtyard, chest rising and falling, feeling the heat of his spell still burning along his palms. His heart beat fast, almost too loud inside his ears. Every gaze around him felt sharp and accusing.Ardis was the first to speak. “Destroying an Oaker Sentinel…” Ardis said in a quiet voice that cracked like thin ice. “How bold of you.”Caster kept his gaze controlled. “It attacked. I defended myself.”Drace scoffed openly. “That thing was not attacking. It was kneeling. It was bowing to you.”Rynne’s voice trembled as she spoke. “It was calling you ‘True Successor.’ It recognized your mana. Why did you destroy it before it finished speaking?”Caster did not answer. He did not trust himself to lie cleanly. His pulse
CHAPTER 284
Caster regained consciousness slowly, as if waking from a deep night with no stars. His breath came out weak and uneven. His body felt heavy, too heavy, pinned by something that bit into his skin like cold metal thorns.When he opened his eyes, the world above him was a broken stretch of shadow and fractured light. He realized he was lying on the cracked floor of the ruin, bound in glowing chains. They wrapped around his wrists, his chest, his ankles. The chains pulsed with a pale blue radiance that burned every time he moved.Ardis stood a short distance away, studying him with unreadable eyes. His team formed a half-circle around them, tense and silent. No one spoke at first. Only the faint hum of the chains filled the air.Caster tried to sit up. The chains pushed him violently back to the ground.Ardis finally stepped forward. His boots stopped inches from Caster’s hand.“Do not struggle,” he said calmly. “These are anti-void restraints. They were designed exactly for someone like
CHAPTER 285
The chains did not break all at once. They cracked first, trembling with a low ringing sound like metal afraid to shatter. Then a thin line of light split through each link, spreading out like veins of fire. When the pressure became too much, they burst apart, fragments scattering across the ground.Caster pushed himself to his knees, breathing hard. His aura burned around him in unstable waves of void and fractured memory. He felt exhausted, furious, and strangely clear. Every emotion in him was sharp, painful, alive.Ardis stood frozen, staring at Eidric’s translucent form floating just above Caster’s shoulder. The ghostly scholar flickered like a candle threatened by wind, but his voice was steady.“You can no longer pretend you hold control here,” Eidric said.Ardis’s expression tightened. “What are you? A construct? A parasite tied to his mana?”“I am his Archivist,” Eidric replied. “Bound by oath and essence. And you are a fool who has poked at a force you do not understand.”Dr
CHAPTER 286
The silence after the battle did not feel peaceful. It felt wrong. It felt like a deep breath held too long by something ancient and wounded. Caster pushed himself up from the broken ground, his body trembling with pain. Dust settled slowly around him like falling ash. Every time he inhaled, it felt like the air itself resisted him.He touched his ribs and winced. His hands came away stained with blood and thin streaks of dark void energy. His body was barely holding together, and the Skell Plane was in even worse shape.The ground beneath him shuddered with a low, sickening vibration. It felt like a heartbeat that could not find its rhythm. A heartbeat ready to stop.Eidric hovered close, but his form flickered like a dying candle. Parts of his translucent body faded in and out, as if the plane was pulling pieces of him away.“Caster,” Eidric whispered. His voice sounded thin, stretched. “The rupture from the battle has accelerated the collapse.”Caster forced himself to stand fully
CHAPTER 287. THE ESSENCE FORGE
Caster worked with shaking hands, carving runes directly into the jagged ground. The stone felt cold and brittle beneath his fingers, as if it knew the plane around it was dying. Every scratch of a rune sent small sparks into the air, and every spark made the unstable mana around him quiver.His breaths came in heavy, uneven gasps, but he did not stop. He could not stop.The deeper he carved, the more the plane trembled, but he forced his hands to keep moving. The runes had to be perfect. One mistake would destroy him. One flaw would shatter everything.Eidric drifted beside him like a broken lantern light, flickering in and out with each pulse of the collapsing plane.“Caster,” Eidric whispered, “your hands are shaking too much. Slow down.”“I cannot slow down,” Caster said, voice tight. “The plane is falling faster than I expected. If I do not finish this forge now, it will be pointless. Everything will be gone.”“You are carving forbidden runes,” Eidric reminded him softly. “Rune
CHAPTER 288. EIDRIC’S FAREWELL
The crystal pulsed softly in the center of the broken forge. Its light shimmered like a single heartbeat in the middle of a collapsing world. Caster knelt beside it, his hands trembling as he touched the warm surface. The glow was calm. Too calm. It frightened him.“Eidric,” he whispered, barely able to speak. “Answer me.”Nothing.He pressed his forehead against the crystal. “Eidric, please. Say something.”Still nothing.Caster’s breath shook. His chest felt tight, as if someone had reached into him and pulled something loose from inside. Around him, the Skell Plane trembled again. The ground cracked in slow waves. Part of the sky flickered, turning black like burnt pages.He did not look up. He did not care. The crystal pulsed again, this time with a softer rhythm. It felt like a sigh, like something fading.Caster gripped it with both hands. “Eidric… you promised. You promised to stay with me.”A faint shape flickered inside the crystal. It was small, nothing more than a driftin
CHAPTER 289
The silence between them felt like a blade drawn too slowly from its sheath. The forge around them pulsed with fading light, still trembling from Eidric’s final sacrifice. Caster stood with the glowing Skell core pressed tightly to his chest, the warmth of it bleeding into his trembling fingers. His face was pale with grief and exhaustion, but his eyes burned with a quiet fury.Ardis stepped forward, his boots crunching over broken pieces of rune-stone. He held his weapon steady, the edge glowing with a thin line of charged mana.“Caster,” Ardis said in a calm, level voice, “hand me the crystal. Now.”Caster didn’t move. His voice came out low and even, but full of emotion. “You’re not getting it. Not after everything you have done.”Ardis sighed softly, almost disappointed but not surprised. “I thought you might say that. You always did like pretending you had choices.” His eyes hardened. “But this is not a choice. This is an order.”Lyra and Milo stood behind him, their faces pale
CHAPTER 290
The wind screamed across the shattered platform as the two figures faced each other. Caster stood with his chest rising and falling in slow, painful breaths, the Skell core glowing faintly in his left hand. His right hand trembled, coated in thin streaks of void light that flickered like dying stars. His clothes were torn, and blood-soaked one of his sleeves, but his eyes still held a fierce, burning resolve.Across from him, Ardis Valen stepped through the drifting dust. His weapon hummed with a sharp blue glow, each pulse steady and cold. The air around him bent in strange ripples as circuits in his armor activated, pulling mana directly from the environment and shaping it into controlled power. His stance was confident, stable, and full of deadly focus.Far above them, the Spire towered like a wounded giant. Cracks glowed across its length, leaking unstable mana that dripped like liquid starlight. The sky twisted around the Spire as the plane’s laws continued to break apart,