All Chapters of Transmigration Into A World With Manna: Chapter 441
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Chapter 442
Finn heard this. He squeezed Elara’s hand. He could not believe it. The Tower Council wanted them to die on purpose. They were fuel for a machine."You are a monster," Finn yelled at Varek.Varek’s eyes flashed with anger. He snapped his wrist.The chain of blue light in his hand cracked like a whip. The end of the bright blue chain shot toward Finn’s face.It moved faster than an arrow. It was meant to burn the boy's face and teach him a lesson.But the whip never hit Finn.Caster stepped in front of the boy. He did not cast a spell. He did not try to block it with a shield.Caster just reached out his bare hand and grabbed the end of the blue light whip.Hiss!The blue magic burned against Caster’s palm. Smoke rose from his hand. But Caster did not let go. He did not even flinch. His eyes locked onto Varek’s eyes."I authored the dark," Caster said, his voice dropping to a terrifying, low growl. "Do you really think your little blue sparks can hurt me?"Caster squeezed his hand.The
Chapter 443
Kael Dorn woke up in the dark. He was lying on a small, hard bed in a hidden room. It was a secret safe house near the very bottom of the Sage Tower. Archmage Caster Spellbound had left him here to rest. Caster had told him to hide. Caster had said the dark ash mark on Kael’s hand was too dangerous.But Kael could not rest.The whole room was shaking. The stone walls were making deep, loud groaning noises. Dust fell from the ceiling and landed on Kael’s face.Kael sat up. His head pounded with a terrible pain. He felt freezing cold, even though he was wearing his heavy Tower coat.He looked down at his right hand.The mark of the Ash Plane was glowing. It was a dark, bruised purple color. Under his skin, the circle of black ash was spinning very fast. It felt like a small, frozen coin buried inside his flesh.The mark was pulling him.It was not a physical pull, like a rope. It was a pull inside his mind. The mark wanted to go home. It wanted to join the massive storm of dark magic th
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Kael ran down a metal walkway toward the center of the room. He stopped on a small, round platform right in front of the massive, cracking glass pillar.The ash on the floor stopped rising. It seemed to hear him.The thick gray dust began to swirl. It pulled away from the walls and rushed toward the center of the room. It piled on top of itself. It climbed higher and higher into the cold air.It was coalescing. It was making a shape.Kael planted his feet wide on the metal platform. He held his hands out in front of him."I know what you are!" Kael yelled at the swirling dark storm. "You are dead magic! You are a rotting ghost! I am Kael Dorn! I am a Master of the Blue Light! And I will purge you!"The ash continued to gather. It was starting to form a partial shape of the Ash Warden.It did not build a human body. It did not make legs or arms or a face.It built a massive, floating structure.A giant circle of pale gray fire ignited in the air. The Crown of Cinders. Heavy, burning ro
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"No," Kael sobbed. He did not want to lose his sadness. The sadness was the only thing he had left of Elara. If he stopped being sad, it meant she was truly gone. "Please. Leave my memories alone."The memories are heavy. The heavy things fall. It is the law.The gray ash crawled up Kael’s neck. It touched his cheeks. It touched his eyes.Kael looked at the giant black void one last time. He finally understood what Caster Spellbound had tried to tell him.This was not a monster. This was a machine built to take away the pain of the world, by taking away the world itself."Elara," Kael whispered.He closed his eyes.He stopped fighting. He let his hands fall to his sides. He surrendered.The consumption was not violent. There was no blood. There was no screaming. There was no tearing of flesh or breaking of bones.It was completely silent.Kael Dorn simply began to lose his solid shape.His heavy boots turned to fine gray dust. His blue Tower coat turned to gray dust. His hands, his ch
Chapter 446
The air inside the Grand Foyer was freezing cold. It was the kind of cold that did not just chill the skin, but bit deep into the bones.Caster Spellbound remained on his knees near the edge of the massive crack in the floor. Archmage Lysane stood behind him, holding the heavy, wrapped book tightly against her chest. Behind them, hundreds of terrified children huddled together. Little Finn held Elara’s hand so tightly his knuckles were completely white.Everyone was perfectly still. Everyone was listening.Thrum.The heavy pulse came from deep below. The giant engine of the Tower, the Mana Core, was no longer pumping bright blue magic. It was pumping the dark, heavy magic of the Ash Warden.Every time the slow heartbeat echoed through the stone walls, the sick, pale gray lights flickered. The shadows in the corners of the large room seemed to grow longer. They seemed to reach out with thin, dark fingers."It has the core," Lysane whispered. Her breath turned into a thick white cloud
Chapter 447
The thousands of layered voices spoke just two sentences. "The Covenant is fulfilled."The words vibrated in Caster’s teeth. They bypassed his ears and spoke directly into the marrow of his bones. "My vessel is ready."The voice faded away. The dark black reflections in the glass and the stone remained, but the sound was gone.For one more incredibly long second, the frozen silence held the world tight.In that single frozen second, a terrible, crushing realization hit Caster Spellbound like a heavy iron hammer.He stared into the dark floor. His mind worked furiously, putting all the pieces of the puzzle together.The words were not a threat. A monster makes a threat. A monster says, "I am going to kill you."The Warden did not make threats. The Warden only stated facts.The Covenant is fulfilled.The ancient founders had built a contract. They had chained the Ash Warden to the earth to hold the broken world together. They had built the Tower on top of it. They had fed it the dark wa
Chapter 448
It started at the bottom and tore upward like lightning moving in reverse. Giant blocks of white marble, some the size of houses, exploded outward. They crashed down into the empty courtyards and crushed the beautiful floating gardens below.The ancient blue runes carved into the outside of the Tower flashed one final time. They burned bright, angry red, screaming against the dark magic, and then they shattered into a million pieces of useless glass.More cracks appeared. The base of the Tower was splitting open like the shell of an egg being crushed by a giant hand.And from those massive, deep cracks, the dark did not just leak out.It poured.Thick, heavy clouds of dark gray ash exploded from the broken base of the Tower. It looked exactly like breath coming from a giant, open mouth. The Tower was exhaling the consequence of a thousand years of stolen magic.The ash flooded the streets of the First Ring, burying houses, covering statues, and eating the light. The people screamed a
Chapter 449
The floor of the Grand Foyer broke with the sound of a dying mountain.Caster Spellbound felt the smooth white marble vanish from beneath his boots. Gravity grabbed him violently. He fell forward into the massive, dark crack. The freezing air rushed past his ears. Pieces of broken stone, glass, and gold metal fell with him.He heard the terrified screams of the children above him. He heard Archmage Lysane shout his name. But he could not reach her. The distance was already too great."I will not die here!" Caster roared into the dark.He closed his eyes. He stopped trying to grab the falling rocks. He reached deep into his own chest. He grabbed the heavy, thick power of the Ash Warden that lived inside his soul.He threw both of his hands down toward the bottom of the black pit.A massive blast of dark gray ash shot out of his palms. It did not act like a fire. It acted like a giant, soft pillow. The dark magic hit the ground far below and pushed back up against him. It slowed his fal
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Caster stared at the empty clothes lying on the road. A small red shoe. A brown coat. A white baker’s apron.The Tower’s own defenses were actively eating the citizens. The machine was doing exactly what it was built to do. It was balancing the scale, and it was using human lives as weight."This is my fault," Caster whispered. His chest heaved with heavy, painful sobs. "I built the tether. I started this."Suddenly, a massive, deafening sound rolled across the entire city.BONG.The sound was so deep and heavy that it shook the teeth in Caster’s mouth. It rattled the glass in the windows of the houses.BONG.Caster looked up toward the center of the city.High above the spinning, massive helix of ash that wrapped around the Sage Tower, a giant bell was ringing.But it was not a real bell. There was no giant bell in the Tower.It was a magical alarm. It was an ancient spell built into the very bones of the earth. No one alive today had ever heard this sound. Archmage Vane had never he
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Caster rolled up the sleeve of his dirty gray robe. He looked at his arm. Underneath his pale, wrinkled skin, his veins were glowing. They were not blue. They were thick, dark black lines. They looked like the roots of an evil tree growing inside his body.The Ash Warden was pushing its power through the silver soul-tether. The god was claiming its vessel.Caster felt a new mind pressing against his own. It was a massive, cold, absolute intelligence. It was not a voice speaking in his ear; it was a thought forming inside his own brain.Let go, the thought said. It was calm. It was not a command; it was a simple truth. The flesh is weak. The memory is heavy. I will carry the weight for you. We are one."No," Caster growled. He dug his fingernails into his own arm, drawing blood. The sharp physical pain helped clear his mind. "I am Caster Spellbound. I am a man. I am not a suit of armor for you to wear."Look around you, the cold intelligence replied in his mind. They are suffering. The