All Chapters of Heir of Lightening: Chapter 221
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Chapter 221. Fracture of the World.
The sound came first.A low, bass heavy groan that did not belong to wind or stone. It was the kind of sound that made the stomach clench and the teeth ache, a noise that spoke of things older than language. Vael staggered as the subspace around him thrummed like a drumskin struck by a god.Outside the translucent bubble, Malakar began to die.The sky fractured into jagged seams of red and violet light, splitting like old pottery. Black rivers boiled upward, hurling columns of steam and molten rock high enough to pierce the clouds. Entire mountain chains twisted like bread dough before collapsing into holes that had no bottom. Cities, distant spires Vael had once marched past with Kirin and the army tilted like falling towers and then slid sideways, swallowed by gaps that rippled as if the world itself were a pond struck by a thrown stone.Vael’s knees buckled under a sudden wave of gravity. It felt as though the realm itself had turned against him, pressing down with the weight of a
Chapter 222. The Demon Gambit.
Vael POVThe air cracked like a furnace being split by a hammer.Vael felt it before he saw it, a sudden vacuum, a hungry void that pulled at his breath, his bones, his very thoughts. The translucent sphere of subspace that shielded him shivered like glass under a hammer. Outside, Yose stood as calm as a monk at prayer, but the Demon Lords were no longer simply attacking. They were aligning.Mal’Garoth’s molten veins pulsed with a cadence that matched Velmora’s eerie whispers. Threxyl’s thousand mouths opened and closed in rhythmic unity. Their bodies, their wills, their very essences braided into a single malignant purpose. Vael’s stomach turned as he realized what he was seeing, not three monsters, but one collective will, a suicidal gambit born of desperation.The sigils Yose had carved into the fabric of Malakar, those impossible chains of light and thought began to flicker.“Impossible,” Vael breathed, pressing a trembling palm to the inner wall of his prison.Outside, Yose tilte
Chapter 223. Collapse Protocol.
Vael POVThe first sign was the silence.Not the silence of peace, this was the silence of a world trying to swallow its own death. The groaning of mountains, the shrieks of breaking rivers, even the guttural wails of the Demon Lords, all fell into a terrible stillness, as if Malakar itself held its final breath.Inside the translucent sphere of subspace, Vael pressed his bloodied forehead against the trembling wall. His ears rang with the memory of sounds that no longer existed. Beyond the barrier, Yose stood at the center of the dying realm, calm as a priest before a sacrificial altar. Chains of living sigils still held the Demon Lords frozen in grotesque poses, but the world around them had begun to unravel into pure distortion.The black sky was a shattered mirror now, each crack leaking pale light from a void Vael could not name. Entire mountain ranges floated like broken teeth, their roots dangling in the nothing beneath. Rivers boiled upward and dissolved into threads of color.
Chapter 224. The Price of Mercy.
Vael POVThe void was quiet again.Not peaceful, never peaceful, but quiet in a way that made Vael’s bones ache. Malakar was gone, reduced to an empty black expanse stitched only by faint threads of drifting soul light. The only things left were the trembling subspace sphere, Vael’s ragged breathing, Yose’s unmoving figure, and the three Demon Lords writhing inside their dying chains.They were no longer the howling titans of molten muscle and madness. Mal’Garoth’s once blazing body sagged, his obsidian plates cracked and leaking dull magma like tired blood. Velmora’s whispering mouths hung slack, their overlapping murmurs now a jittering static. Threxyl, the Hungering Maw, was reduced to a quivering mass of pale sludge, his thousand mouths barely twitching.Yose stood before them like a solitary pillar of moonlight. His pale eyes glowed with that calm, infuriating patience, as if this battle had been nothing more than an unpleasant errand.Vael pressed a hand to the glassy wall of hi
Chapter 225. Arrival At The Black Garden.
The first thing Kirin felt was weight. Not the crushing kind that meant danger, but the soft, confusing weight of being again. His eyelids fluttered open to a twilight sky so vast and strange it stole the breath from his lungs.It wasn’t night, not exactly. The sky above was a deep violet shot through with shimmering seams of silver, like someone had stitched the heavens back together with wire and moonlight. The air itself glowed faintly, an endless dusk that had no source and no end. And the ground, if you could call it that was an endless meadow of obsidian grass, blades of black crystal that refracted the violet light into glittering shards. Every step gave a brittle, musical chime as though the earth was a giant, fragile instrument.Kirin sat up, wincing as the chime beneath him rang out like a struck bell. Around him, the survivors of Malakar were scattered across the strange meadow, soldiers in dented armor, scholars clutching battered scrolls, civilians blinking in mute disbel
Chapter 226. The Wardens of Dusk.
The sound came first.Not the brittle chime of obsidian grass, not the distant hum of floating islands, but a deep, resonant chord that rolled across the Black Garden like the heartbeat of a sleeping giant. Soldiers froze mid step. Civilians clutched at their ears as the vibration threaded through bone and soul alike. Even the black crystal beneath Kirin’s boots thrummed in reply, a thousand tiny bells singing one low, perfect note.Lucius turned sharply, hand on his sword. “Tell me that’s not thunder.”“It’s not,” Kirin said, though he wasn’t sure how he knew. His Chaos Lightning flared inside him, not with warning but with recognition. Something was coming.The violet sky fractured into ripples of silver. From the largest seam descended figures that were not quite men, not quite beasts. They floated on columns of dusk light, each silhouette wreathed in a haze of shifting geometry. Faces flickered, now human, now crystal, now a mirrored void. Armor of dark glass clung to their bodies
Chapter 227. The Law of Dusk.
The first dawn in Erebo was not a dawn at all.It was a bruise of light bleeding through a ceiling of violet haze, a twilight that refused to commit to either night or day. The survivors of Malakar woke beneath it with stiff limbs and hollow stomachs, their breath curling in the air like smoke from a slow burning candle. Nothing here obeyed the rhythms they knew.The Black Perch, the floating terrace where the army had pitched their makeshift camp hovered hundreds of meters above a black glass meadow. Jagged columns of obsidian rose in silent defiance of gravity, casting thin, sword like shadows that cut across the air itself. From below came the faint hum of Erebo’s heart, a soundless vibration that made teeth ache and blood pulse out of rhythm.Kirin stood at the edge of the terrace, watching the fractured horizon. His boots scraped the dark crystal floor, the sound sharp against the muffled quiet. The realm stretched endlessly, stitched with hovering islands that drifted like slow
Chapter 228. Scarcity & Savage Order.
The third cycle in Erebo began with hunger.No one called it morning, there was no morning here, only a thinning of the violet haze that passed for light. The air had the same dry taste of iron, and the same slow pulse beneath it, as if the realm itself was breathing. But the soldiers of Malakar woke to something far more human, empty packs and stomachs already gnawing at themselves.The rations brought from Malakar had barely survived the transference. Half the grain sacks ruptured in the shift, their contents scattered into the void. Meat cured for long marches now lay spoiled, blackened by Erebo’s strange resonance. Water skins sweated a faint dusk-colored film that made the Wardens’ eyes flash in warning.By the time Kirin stepped out of his tent on the Black Perch, the entire terrace buzzed with low, desperate voices. Soldiers huddled around crates, counting and recounting supplies as if sheer will might multiply them. Others argued over distribution, their words sharp enough to
Chapter 229. Trial of Veins.
The fourth cycle in Erebo began with a sound no one could name.It wasn’t thunder, though the air trembled like a struck drum. It wasn’t wind, though every soldier on the Black Perch felt it slide across their bones like a cold finger. It was a pulse, deep and wet, as if the realm itself had a heartbeat and it was suddenly aware of them.Kirin woke with his heart already racing. The resonance in his chest, that restless storm of Chaos Lightning, answered the pulse with a flare that made the walls of his tent quiver. For a sick instant he thought he had triggered another uncontrolled discharge. But the energy wasn’t his. It came from below the Perch, from Erebo itself.Outside, soldiers were already gathering at the terrace center. The Wardens waited, black robed silhouettes against the endless violet haze. Their presence always carried weight, but today the pressure was heavier, sharper, like the moment before lightning splits a tree.The tallest Warden raised one pale, long-fingered
Chapter 230. A Signal from Subspace.
The silence inside Yose’s chamber was so complete it felt like the air itself had forgotten how to vibrate.Vael sat cross legged on the glassy floor, staring into a darkness that wasn’t quite black.It pulsed faintly, like deep ocean water with no surface.Here, time was elastic.His heartbeat had slowed to a crawl days ago, if days even existed in this pocket world.He had stopped trying to count.Then the tremor came.It wasn’t the world ending roar he expected.It was a hum, a vibration that threaded through the floor and into the marrow of his bones.The chamber brightened by a fraction, enough to reveal the faint outline of Yose standing several paces away.The Ponderer hadn’t moved since sealing the Demon Lords, but now his form glowed with an unsettling stillness, like a statue preparing to breathe.“Vael,” Yose said, his voice carrying the weight of entire constellations.“You’ve watched long enough.”Vael forced himself to stand. His knees protested.He’d thought he was prep