All Chapters of The Useful Son In-Law: Chapter 141
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Chapter 138: The Fortress Of Echoes
The air grew heavier as they approached the black fortress. Each step seemed to drag against an unseen pull, as if the ground itself wished to swallow them. The sky above no longer shimmered with light and violet—it had deepened into an oppressive gray that seemed to breathe.At the foot of the ridge, the landscape twisted. What had once been stone became something alive—walls that moved like veins, shifting subtly in rhythm with an unseen pulse. The fortress loomed above, its towers bent inward, as though listening to secrets only the dead could hear.Jonathan muttered, “This place wasn’t built—it was born.”Michael’s eyes narrowed. “The Veil remembers. It shapes itself from memory and will. This fortress is the heart of Elias’s intent.”“And that heart is black as night,” Jonathan said grimly, running a hand over the hilt of his sword. “We’ll cut it out if we must.”But Clara hesitated. Her gaze lingered on the dark spires that rose like claws into the mist. “No,” she said softly. “
Chapter 139: The Heart Of The Veil
The world went silent—utterly silent. Even the faint breath of wind that had haunted the fortress died away. Darkness folded over them, thick as water, swallowing the last traces of light.Then came the sound. A deep, resonant hum that seemed to rise from beneath the stone itself. It wasn’t just heard—it was felt, vibrating through bone and thought. The fortress pulsed in rhythm with it, as if the entire place had become a living heart.Elias lifted his head. His eyes, once human, now burned like two dim suns behind clouds. The voice that came from him was no longer his alone.“The gate is open,” it said. “And through it flows remembrance. You cannot stop what has already begun.”Michael drew his sword, and its light flared weakly—dimmed by the shadow pressing in from all sides. “Elias, listen to me. The Veil is feeding on your pain. You must fight it!”Elias laughed softly, though it sounded more like a sigh. “Fight it? Michael, I am it. Every scar, every betrayal, every prayer unans
Chapter 140: Beyond The Shattered Sky
Silence.Then—breath.Clara gasped as her body hit something soft yet cold. She opened her eyes to find herself lying on a vast plain of silver mist. The air shimmered with faint light, neither day nor night, neither here nor there.She sat up slowly, disoriented. The ground beneath her wasn’t solid—it rippled with each movement, sending slow waves across the endless expanse. There were no stars above, no sun, no moon—only the shifting glow of unseen horizons.“Michael?” she called out, her voice echoing unnaturally, as if the mist itself repeated her words.“Here,” came the reply—low and steady.She turned to see Michael a few paces away, kneeling, his wings partially unfurled and dimmer than usual. His armor was cracked, its glow fading. Jonathan stood near him, scanning the emptiness, his sword drawn but flickering weakly in the strange half-light.“Is this… the Veil?” Jonathan muttered. “Or something beyond it?”Michael looked around, his expression tight. “Neither,” he said final
Chapter 141: The Breach Between Worlds
The world trembled.Not the kind of trembling that came from storms or armies, but something deeper—like the heartbeat of creation had faltered for a single, terrible second.Across the city, bells began to ring out of tune. The sky, once gray and sullen, rippled as though it were a sheet of silk being torn from both ends. The sun burned pale, dimming until its light flickered between gold and crimson.And in the council courtyard, Grace lifted her gaze from her parchment as ink spilled across the page on its own, forming lines she had not written. Words bled out like veins.He remembers.She froze. The quill slipped from her hand. The words glowed faintly, then dissolved, leaving behind a single smudge in the shape of a tear.“Grace?” one of the council aides called from the doorway, his voice uncertain. “Did you feel that?”She didn’t answer. Her pulse raced, a chill crawling up her spine. The air smelled faintly of iron and rain—though no storm brewed overhead.Something deep withi
Chapter 142: The Shattered Sky
The mist swallowed everything.Clara’s lungs burned as she struggled to breathe. The world around her dissolved into streaks of white and silver, sound folding in on itself until even her heartbeat seemed distant.Then, suddenly—light.She tumbled out of the mist, crashing onto cold marble. Jonathan landed beside her with a groan, his sword clattering against the stone. The silence that followed was suffocating, like the air itself held its breath.When Clara looked up, her heart froze.They were no longer in ruins.The world had reassembled itself—or perhaps it had chosen another form. They stood within what looked like a great cathedral suspended in nothingness. Columns of translucent glass stretched upward into the void, supporting arches that shimmered like frozen starlight. The floor beneath them reflected faint images—scenes from the past, flickering like trapped memories.Jonathan rose slowly, his armor scraping against the polished floor. “Where in the saints’ name are we now?
Chapter 143: The Light Between Worlds
The world trembled as if remembering something ancient—something it had once been before it was torn in two.Grace stood beneath a fractured sky, the heavens bleeding light into the city she had sworn to protect. The air itself quivered with energy, bending around the spire’s pulse. The cries of the terrified rose around her—children clutching their mothers, priests collapsing mid-prayer, soldiers shouting commands that vanished beneath the storm’s roar.Above them, reality tore open.The rift wasn’t merely light anymore; it was alive. It reached downward in luminous tendrils, touching rooftops and statues, turning stone into glass, trees into veins of shimmering crystal. The ground responded with low, shuddering moans—like the earth’s heart was being rewritten.Grace steadied herself against the fountain’s rim, her breath ragged. The pendant around her neck throbbed violently, its glow pulsing in time with the rift above. Each flash sent waves of warmth and memory surging through her
Chapter 144: Echoes Of The Unseen
The light was gone.What remained was silence—deep, sacred, unsettling silence.The city that had nearly devoured itself now stood still beneath a bruised dawn. Smoke curled gently above blackened rooftops, but the fires were out. The Veil had closed—or so it seemed.Grace walked through the ruins barefoot, her armor torn, her pendant cool against her skin. Each step echoed faintly on the marble stones of the great square. Statues that once wept molten tears of light now stood calm, their surfaces dusted with ash. The people, emerging from hiding, looked skyward with eyes hollow from wonder and grief.It was over.Or at least that’s what she tried to tell herself.But something in the stillness felt wrong. Too complete. Too deliberate.A child tugged at her cloak. “Miss… are the angels gone?”Grace knelt, her throat tightening. “They’ve gone home,” she whispered. “For now.”The child nodded and ran back to her mother. Grace rose, scanning the horizon. The spire—once the heart of all c
Chapter 145: Beyond The Shattered Light
Silence pressed upon them like water.No sound, no wind, not even the beat of their own hearts. Only light — endless, blinding, shifting like breath through glass.When Michael opened his eyes, the world around him had no horizon. He stood on nothing and everything at once, weightless in a place where time itself felt hesitant. The last thing he remembered was Clara’s hand slipping from his as the Veil consumed them. Now she was gone, swallowed by the brilliance that burned without heat.“Clara?” His voice dissolved before it reached his ears. The air — if it could be called air — rippled faintly, carrying no echo. He moved forward, though forward had no meaning here. Every step was both motion and stillness.Then — a whisper.“Michael…”He turned sharply. The light thickened into a form — slender, trembling — and there she was, her hair floating around her like a halo. Clara. But her eyes glowed faintly with the same light that filled this strange realm.“You came through,” she breat
Chapter 146: Dawn Over The Fractured Horizon
The first light of dawn crept cautiously across the battlefield, spilling gold over a land that still trembled from the previous night’s fury. Smoke curled from the charred remains of wagons and shattered towers, weaving ghostly patterns in the cold air. The storm that had lashed the valley had passed, but its echoes still lingered in the rumble of distant thunder.Michael stood atop a ridge, the wind tugging at his cloak. Below, the valley stretched like an open wound—scarred, yet refusing to die. Men and women moved slowly among the ruins, gathering the fallen, mending tents, rekindling fires. Every small act of rebuilding seemed like defiance against despair itself.From where he stood, Michael could see the banners of the survivors fluttering weakly against the rising sun. Each one bore a different color, a different crest—remnants of factions that had once warred against one another. Now, stitched together by circumstance, they stood side by side, unified by something more enduri
Chapter 147: Echoes Beneath The Earth
The earth’s roar faded into a deep, uneasy hum. Smoke and dust choked the air, and the valley, moments ago alive with rebuilding, was thrown back into chaos. Shouts echoed through the camp as tents collapsed, horses reared, and fires flared wildly.Michael steadied himself against a fallen beam, his lungs burning. Around him, soldiers scrambled to their feet, eyes wide with disbelief. The glowing fissure cut through the valley like a wound that would not close—its light pulsing in rhythm, as though the ground itself had begun to breathe.“Clara!” he shouted, searching through the haze.She emerged from the swirling dust, coughing, her face streaked with ash. “I’m here!” She stumbled toward him, one hand shielding her eyes from the brightness below. “What is that?”Before Michael could answer, the glow intensified, shifting from pale blue to a deep, blood-red hue. A sound followed—low and guttural, like a whisper carried through stone. The air around them thickened, vibrating with unse