THE FRACTION POINTMira writhed in Lucas’s arms, her body trembling like a shattered star trying to hold itself together. The venomfire’s black flame pulsed in her chest, each beat corrupting more of her golden light.Lucas’s storm tore at him demanding release but every bolt of lightning he pushed risked burning her to ash. The abyssal titan’s voice mocked again: “You claim power, but you’re still bound by weakness. One strike, and you’ll kill her. One hesitation, and I’ll devour you both.”The Split WithinLucas’s storm raged, splitting into two instincts: Destroy: Pour everything into the venomfire, even if Mira’s soul breaks. Victory at all costs.Restrain: Hold the power back, search for another way, risk being too late. For a heartbeat, he wavered. Then Mira’s faint voice rose, cracked yet fierce: “Don’t choose for me Choose with me.”Mira’s DefianceHer golden aura blazed briefly, as if she ripped open her own spirit. The venomfire inside her screamed it was using her as a vess

THE COLLAPSEThe titan’s monstrous form splintered, collapsing into rivers of shadow. But instead of dispersing, the void reshaped itself into a swirling vortex.Lucas felt his storm dragging against it, like a chain tugging at his very soul.“Mira it’s pulling us in.”The vortex widened, the colossal eye blazing in hatred.“No flesh, no soul, no flame shall leave enter the core of my abyss, and be unmade.”The DragLightning sparked violently around Lucas as he fought against the pull, but his body cracked further. His vision blurred, his storm losing rhythm.Mira caught him, flames shielding his chest as she pressed against him.“Stop resisting you’ll tear yourself apart!”Lucas growled.“If I let go, we both get swallowed.”She stared at him, tears threatening to fall.“Then let me burn with you let my fire carry us through!”The Leap of SoulsThe vortex yanked them in. For an instant, the world inverted sky becoming void, void becoming a sea of fractured stars. Inside the abyss co

THE AWEAKINGLucas’s eyes snapped open. He was lying on scorched ground that shimmered faintly with runes, every line pulsing like veins of molten metal. The air was heavy, thick with an ancient energy that pressed on his chest like a mountain.Above him stretched no sky only an endless dome of swirling symbols, shifting constellations that seemed alive, whispering in a language older than time.The stormfire inside him flickered weakly, nearly spent. He pushed himself up his limbs trembling. The titan’s roar broke the silence.The Titan BoundLucas turneD and froze, The titan was there. But it wasn’t free. Chains of radiant light bound its massive form wrapping around each coil, pinning it against jagged obsidian pillars. It thrashed and screamed but every movement made the chains blaze hotter, searing its flesh.Lucas staggered closer, realization dawning.“This place it wasn’t a rift.” His voice was hoarse. “It’s a prison.”The titan glared at him, voice dripping venom.“You fool Y

The Answer Of The HeartLucas clenched his bloodied fist, the thorns digging deeper. “Love makes me vulnerable. Hate makes me hollow.”His voice echoed in the bleeding garden.“But I am neither servant of love nor prisoner of hate. My heart belongs to me.”The stormfire within him pulsed violently. His veins lit with blue flame as the tyrant’s whisper screamed in fury: “FOOL! Without hate, you are nothing!”Lucas bared his teeth.“No without choice, I’m nothing.”Breaking the IllusionThe illusions trembled Mila, Damien, his mother all cracking like shattered mirrors. Their voices screamed, twisted, begged, cursed.Lucas thrust his hand into the silver gate, forcing his stormfire through the thorns. Pain roared across his nerves as the thorns pierced him deeper, but his flame didn’t burn with love or hate. It burned with defiance. The gate shrieked and split apart, vines curling away in submission.The Garden CollapsesThe black roses withered, turning to dust. The fractured sky above

THE GIANT FIRST BLOWThe shadow’s colossal hand, made of stormfire and lightning, swung down like the wrath of a god. The force tore stone from the chamber walls, shockwaves splintering the floor.Lucas crossed his arms, stormfire wings cocooning around him. The impact hurled him across the hall, slamming him into the throne’s steps. His bones screamed, his stormfire flickering dangerously, but he forced himself up.The shadow’s voice thundered through the chamber: “You are still incomplete ,you burn bright, but without form, without me, you are nothing.”Lucas Fights BackLucas’s teeth clenched as blood traced down his chin. His stormfire wings unfurled again, brighter, sharper. He hurled himself forward, fists blazing. Each punch landed with the weight of lightning and flame, shaking the giant shadow-self backward.But for every strike Lucas delivered, the shadow delivered two, a colossal foot stomped, sending fissures through the floor that exploded upward in pillars of molten flam