All Chapters of Ezra Echelon Liberation System: Chapter 171
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Chapter 171: The Blood That Bloomed.
Thunder split the heavens above Iryn. Rain fell like shards of glass—crimson where it touched the ivy that wrapped every wall.Inside the grand sanctum, Kaelith stood before Ezra, her eyes no longer soft or playful, but burning—alive with wrath."I can't join you," Ezra said in a flat, monotonic voice. He didn't even bat an eye as he stared straight at Kaelith.The words echoed within the hall for some moments. The silence of the hall made the atmosphere more ominous than it should be. And for some time neither Kaelith nor Ezra spoke. They just stood still, staring at each other. One had a fierce expression while the other was expressionless."You... refuse me?"Her voice was calm, but the air cracked under it. The vines shivered. The floor pulsed red.Ezra stood straight, sword at his side, coat torn by earlier missions. Mira and Halak watched from behind, tense—the storm within Kaelith's heart already poisoning the atmosphere.Despite Ezra asking them to stay in the quarters assigne
Chapter 172: The Remnants of Echelon.
The wind over the Blackridge mountains howled like a wounded god. The ruins stretched before Ezra—skeletal remains of the once-great Echelon temple, half-buried in snow and silence. Statues of old masters lay cracked and scattered, their stone eyes forever staring into the void.Mira and Halak followed behind him, their breaths visible in the cold. The air was thick with memory and the faint hum of something ancient—something that still lived beneath the ruins.Ezra stopped before the shattered archway hit the main gate. Faded inscriptions of celestial sigils glimmered faintly under his touch—words written in an extinct tongue only the Echelon system could read.WE WALK THE LINE BETWEEN GODS AND GHOSTS...Ezra repeated the words inwardly before whispering them like a prayer. He then fell on his knees and closed his eyes, his emotions becoming stirred.For a very long time tears streamed down his eyes, his vision becoming blurry. He then began sobbing afterwards."Ezra..." Mira muttere
Chapter 173: The Heart of Echelon.
The temple's torches flickered softly, their glow bending around Ezra like ripples of reverence. The tenants of the Echelon sect gathered in a silent circle—their breath fogging the cold air, eyes fixed upon the one who bore their mark. The storm outside had quieted, as if even nature awaited the next words to be spoken.Aira Valenit stood before Ezra, her cloak drawn tightly around her shoulders. Her silver hair shimmered faintly in the crystal's light, giving her an almost ethereal presence. When she spoke, her tone carried both wisdom and weariness—the voice of somehow who had seen kingdoms fall and ideals wither, yet refused to kneel to despair."Do you know," she began, "why the Echelon sect was feared—not for its weapons, but its philosophy?"Ezra's eyes narrowed slightly, still shimmering faint blue from his integration with the core fragment. "Because we sought to oppose the gods," he answered. "We sought balance. Freedom."It had been over a year since the Echelon sect was de
Chapter 174: The Beacon of Hope.
The dawn came painted in gold and ash. Over the jagged peaks of the Blackridge mountains, sunlight broke through the storm clouds for the first time in weeks, spilling across the ruins of the temple like liquid fire. The world seemed to breathe again.Ezra stood on the temple's eastern terrace, his coat fluttering in the wind, the mark of Echelon faintly glowing through his chest. Beneath him stretched the vast wilderness of Iryn—scarred plains, burnt villages, and kingdoms choking under the rule of Kaelith's Poison Ivy. He could see their suffering even from afar. The smoke of their despise rose like prayers no god would answer.Mira joined him quietly, wrapping her arms around herself against the morning cold. Her eyes studied the horizon. "So... what happens now?"Ezra didn't answer immediately. The wind carried the faint scent of ash, rain, and memory. His gaze was distant—not empty, but burdened, as though he was trying to measure the weight of what came next.The Heart of Echelo
Chapter 175: The Siege.
The wind howled with the voice of destiny. Beneath a blood-coloured sky, the citadel of the Archival sect rose from the mountains like a monolith of forgotten gods—spires of black stone etched with glowing runes, each pulsing faintly as if alive. It was said that even time itself moved slower inside those walls, bound by the ancient pacts of knowledge and preservation.But tonight, time would bleed.Ezra Echelon stood upon a ridge overlooking the battlefield, his cloak whipping violently in the storm. Around him stood his coalition—warriors of the liberated towns, monks of the fallen Echelon... The earth beneath them trembled as thousands of feet stomped in unison, awaiting his command.Aira stepped forward, her staff glowing faintly with golden light. She looked at the army in front of her, her expression serene."Once we begin, there's no turning back," she said, her voice barely audible over the rumbling thunder. "The Archival Citadel is not just stone and magic. It is history's la
Chapter 176: The Storm.
A few minutes ago...The world burned with purpose that night. Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the vast stone of the Archival Citadel—once a monument to wisdom, now a fortress of tyranny. Beneath that fractured light, Ezra Echelon stood at the forefront of his army—his coat fluttering, soaked in rain and blood. Behind him surged the thousands: the remnants of the Echelon sect and the desperate legions of liberated slaves and rebels."Tonight," Ezra murmured, his voice low but somehow audible to all, "we end the reign of silence. Let the oppressed breathe again."His words carried across the storm using the Silent Whisper ability, threading into every soldier's mind: Remember what we fight for. Every drop of blood tonight must build tomorrow's dawn.A thunderous roar answered him—his army's cut shaking the mountains.Veil of Shadows!Ezra vanished, becoming invisible to reality itself as his silhouette dissolved. He moved unseen, darting across the battlefield with Ethereal
Chapter 177: The Codex of Oblivion.
The storm outside the Archival Citadel had become an endless roar, a hymn of fury and freedom. Yet inside its heart—within the Grand Archive Hall—there was silence. Not peace, but a silence so dense it bent the sound itself.Ezra stepped through the white red doorway, boots echoing against marble slick with dust and blood. His wings retracted, fading into shimmering motes or azure energy. The air smelled of old ink, and ancient things long forgotten.The chamber was colossal. Shelves wound around the walls in spiralling patterns, stacked high with grimoires, scrolls, and relics that pulsed faintly as though alive. The ceiling vanished into shadows, and in the center of the vast room stood a pedestal—on it, a massive tome bound in crimson sinew and obsidian scales. It glowed faintly, pages whispering to themselves.The Codex of Oblivion.And standing before it, tall and immovable, was Horak the Eternal Quill—the second Grand Archivist of the Citadel. His robes shimmered like living par
Chapter 178: The Battle For the Codex.
Ezra stood for some time and then remembered the battle—the one had just won. He closed his eyes and had a flashback to it, remembering the ones he had forgotten."I can't believe I won," he thought within himself. "I can't believe I won despite everything—"He couldn't complete his statement because at that very moment his entire body froze, his intuition screaming at him.Something's every wrong, his pupils dilated as he tried moving all to no avail. He couldn't even speak out loud.ANOMALY DETECTED!The Echelon system's holographic screen appeared in front of him, the familiar monotonic voice blending in.THE CODEX OF OBLIVION IS OVERRIDING THE SYSTEM!THE CODEX OF OBLIVION IS...!And then there was a splitting crash which seemed to split both time and space, drowning his mind in eternal darkness. He then saw himself falling into what seemed like eternity.What's going on?! He screamed on top of his voice. Echelon...And that was when the darkness cracked into countless shards and
Chapter 179: The Erasure.
The Codex trembled—its divine pages flaring with ethereal fury, its spine splitting open to reveal rivers of ink coursing like veins through the air. Rivers of ink that wrote the very tapestry of fate—every outcome and story."No!" Horak yelled as his will surged forth, trying to stop what was happening. "This can't happen!"But there was nothing he could do. Right now he was no longer the man he used to be. He was becoming an idea, a living paragraph of reality itself.His form dissolved into script and shadow as he screamed, "You think you've won, but you haven't! I will make sure I use my last breath to destroy you!"He then added, "Then let there be no Ezra Echelon! Let history forget your name! Let the ages be rewritten without you!"The words struck like thunder. The world Brent inward to Horak's will. Ezra's body began to blur—his hand, his face, his very presence flickering like a dying candle. The shelves around him collapsed into letters; the air turned to a parchment and ev
Chapter 180: Reforging of Bonds.
When Ezra Echelon finally opened his eyes he found himself still standing outside the Archival Citadel. The entire citadel had been destroyed, lying in rubbles. Several meters away in the valley was the rebel army still fighting against the Archival sect army. With each minute that passed the Archival sect army suffered great deaths. And in no time the rebel army led by Ezra won.It was still raining, the heavy downpour soaking everything and causing the atmosphere to be very cold. Ezra was drenched, water trickling out of his hair to his face. But it didn't matter because something else was on his mind.Just a few moments ago he had killed Horak only to be pulled into a strange place by the Codex of Oblivion. And there he had fought Horak, not knowing if that was the real one or the one conjured by the Codex. This made him very worried because he didn't know if something like that would happen again.He looked around, watching the deaths occurring around him. There was chaos everywhe