All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 361
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Chapter 361
Lyra stood in the center of the Twin Moons ritual chamber, an expanse of polished stone and steel, elevated above the city with vast glass windows that reflected the moonlight. The room smelled faintly of ozone and burning incense, a combination meant to focus both mortal and Skell-plane energies. Around her, runic circles floated in the air, slowly spinning, etched with symbols of old power. Condensed Skell essence glimmered in a crystalline vial at her feet, pulsing faintly as though alive.She lifted the vial, careful. Her gloved fingers brushed its edges. The substance shimmered with blue and silver threads, dense, almost viscous, humming in sync with the city’s leylines. Twin Moons executives stood at the edge of the room, eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. Even the most seasoned arcane bureaucrats could not hide it: Lyra had gone far beyond the bounds of controlled experimentation.“Director Lyra,” one of them said, voice faltering. “Are you certain… that this is saf
Chapter 362
The first warning came as a tremor through the floorboards. Spectral Lime’s main archive, a labyrinth of stone and reinforced glass, groaned under the weight of centuries of research, yet the tremor wasn’t natural.Caster Spellbound, walking through the northern stacks with Sikoa, froze mid-step. The air smelled faintly of iron and dust, but beneath it, a strange hum threaded through the walls, foreign mana, disciplined, violent, organised.“They’re here,” he said, eyes narrowing. His aura flared, a subtle glow tracing the Skell threads through his veins. The pulse ran along the leyline veins beneath the building, highlighting weak points where energy could be siphoned or corrupted.Sikoa’s hand went to the hilt of her dagger, her orb of silver light spinning faster in response. “Masked. Constructs. Twin Moons’ signature,” she whispered, scanning the high shelves.The tremor intensified. From the far end of the corridor, glass shattered. A group of figures moved like shadows between
Chapter 363
The Veil Brokers’ headquarters was hidden in plain sight, nestled in the twisting alleyways of Glassview’s lower districts. Its entrance was a narrow, dimly lit corridor, lined with soot-blackened stone and reinforced steel plates. No sign marked the door except for the faintest sigil etched into the wall, a nearly invisible rune that pulsed in resonance with forbidden mana.Caster Spellbound approached silently, hood drawn low, aura simmering beneath the surface. Sikoa followed, her silver orb spinning faintly, casting diffused light over the worn stone. The air smelled of smoke, ink, and something metallic, residual necrotic energy perhaps, or just the city’s scent of decay. “This is the place?” she whispered.He nodded, pressing his palm to the rune. It shimmered in response, a whispering hum of layered threads brushing against his Skell awareness. The rune responded only to those who understood its frequency. A panel slid open silently, revealing a narrow staircase that desce
Chapter 364
The first alarm inside Spectral Lime did not scream. It clicked. A single sharp sound echoed through the eastern laboratory wing like a switch flipped too hard.The sound repeated, once per corridor, moving outward in a pattern that did not match the building’s internal wards.Sikoa paused mid-step in the service tunnel beneath the complex. “That’s not ours,” she said.Caster stood three meters behind her, one hand pressed against the concrete wall. Pale lines of mana crawled from his fingers into the structure, mapping flows, counting pulses, measuring resistance. “No,” he said. “That’s theirs noticing something missing.”Above them, the Consortium’s sentinels activated. Steel feet struck marble floors. Arcane lenses rotated. Blue-white mana coils hummed as they charged.Caster closed his eyes for one breath. Then he moved. The wall in front of him rippled as if it were water. A second Caster stepped out of it, then a third, then a fourth. Each clone moved without sound, splitting d
Chapter 365
The rain began before anyone noticed it. At first it was a thin sound, like distant static brushing against glass. Then it thickened, drops striking the upper windows of Spectral Lime with uneven force. Water traced long lines down the reinforced panes, blurring the city lights beyond into broken streaks of amber and white.Inside the tower, the upper corridors were empty. Emergency wards pulsed low along the walls, their glow muted and unsteady. Most of the building’s power had been rerouted inward, feeding a single sealed chamber at the heart of the floor.Caster stood outside that chamber and did not move. The door before him was half-open. Pale light leaked through the gap, cutting across the floor and catching the edges of old sigils carved into the stone. The air carried a metallic tang, sharp enough to sting the back of his throat. Mana corrosion. He exhaled once and stepped inside.The chamber was smaller than it should have been. Not by measure, but by feel. The walls pre
Chapter 366
The first storm arrives without thunder. Glassview’s eastern towers darken as if a hand passes over them. Streetlamps dim. The air thickens. People stop mid-step and look up.A man drops his satchel. It hits the stone and does not bounce. The leather turns gray. The straps crack and peel. He stares at it and backs away.Across the avenue, a mana well collapses inward. The blue light flickers once, then drains like water pulled through a hole.The crystal housing shatters. Shards fall and dissolve before they reach the ground. A child screams.High above the city, clouds twist into a low spiral. They do not move like weather. They crawl.Necrotic static ripples through the air. Windows frost from the inside. Runes carved into buildings dim, then rot. Their lines blur and bleed black.On the upper terraces of Twin Moons, alarms begin to wail. Lyra stands at the center of the main spire’s roof. The wind tears at her coat, but it does not touch her skin. Silver veins run across her neck
Chapter 367
The first tower fell without a sound. Stone did not shatter. It folded. The upper ring of the western academic spire sagged inward, as if the air had grown heavy enough to crush it. Runes carved into the outer walls dimmed and died one by one. Floating platforms stalled mid-air and dropped. They struck lower roofs and slid off, breaking apart as they fell into the streets below. People ran.Caster stood at the edge of the observatory terrace and watched the city come apart piece by piece. His coat pulled tight against a wind that did not exist. Mana pressure rolled through the air in slow pulses, strong enough to make glass bend in its frames. The sky above Glassview had split into layers. A pale blue shell hovered over the inner districts. Beyond it, darkness churned, threaded with sickly silver light.Lyra had begun. Sikoa landed behind him, boots scraping stone. She did not speak. She did not need to. Her hand went to the hilt at her back. The blade hummed, reacting to the pres
Chapter 368
Ash fell across the plaza like snow, though the air carried no cold. Dust and fragments of broken constructs drifted lazily around the fractured towers. Glassview was scarred, yet it still breathed. The echoes of the battle lingered, vibrating through stone and air alike.Caster stood among the debris, chest heaving, circuits blazing. His hand still held the light-forged sigil that had pierced Lyra’s chest. Her body hung limply, shadows curling around her form, veins of silver-black slowly dimming. Yet the air itself pulsed with a presence, not hers, something older, something darker.The column of black and silver mist coalesced above her. It twisted, elongated, and grew, taking shape. The Veiled Warden had been defeated as a vessel, but its essence surged outward, unbound. And then, impossibly, a face formed from the swirling shadow, Eidric’s spectral outline. Fragmented, jagged, but unmistakable.Caster froze, circuits buzzing as he recognized the features. Not fully Eidric. No
Chapter 369
Glassview was quiet, but not lifeless. Smoke had dissipated from the streets, and the air smelled of wet stone and scorched metal. The city still bore the scars of the Warden’s chaos, the floating towers leaned slightly, fractured stone hung precariously from rooftops, and the once-pristine streets were strewn with ash and shattered constructs. Yet, amid the ruins, life persisted. Citizens emerged from hiding, rubbing eyes against the sudden clarity, unsure if the nightmare had truly ended.Caster Spellbound walked through the Plaza, boots crunching over shards of glass and splintered stone. His circuits hummed faintly under his skin, synchronized with the recovering leylines beneath the city. He could feel the pulse of Glassview returning, fragile but growing. Residual Skell essence, tidied and channeled through his lattice, flowed outward into every conduit and anchor point. Each step reinforced stability, each breath a tether to the city’s slowly healing mana grid.At his side
Chapter 370
The council chamber of Glassview rose above the city, a patchwork of shattered architecture and hastily repaired towers. Cranes leaned against broken walls, scaffolding lined with banners flapping in the wind, but the chamber itself had been reinforced with layers of Skell energy, warded against collapse and intrusion.Caster Spellbound entered first, flanked by Sikoa. His robes, dark and unassuming, brushed against the stone floor. His aura was subtle but unmistakable: threads of Skell essence interlaced with mortal mana, radiating calm authority. The chamber’s energy grid hummed in recognition, every line of reinforced mana tuning to him.Across the room, representatives from Cloud Tower, Thorn Academy, and Iron Peak waited. Each was an imposing figure, marked by their own sigils and protective wards. Their eyes flicked toward him, weighing, judging, calculating. The air between them crackled with tension, as if the city itself held its breath.Caster did not rush. He paused at