All Chapters of HEIR TO POWER: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81 – Shadows of the Fracture
The night had swallowed the battlefield whole, leaving only fractured moonlight spilling through the jagged clouds above. The ruins of Blackspire Citadel groaned under the weight of the battle that had shaken its very foundations, broken stones and shattered steel littering the cracked ground.The stench of scorched air lingered, heavy with the taste of blood, iron, and something far darker an energy that didn’t belong to this world. Lucas stood at the epicenter, his chest heaving, aura still blazing like an inferno that refused to be quenched.The storm of his unleashed power hummed violently, arcs of golden lightning crawling across his shoulders, weaving into the blackened veins of his blade. His enemies had fallen in droves, yet the silence felt heavier than the war cries that had filled the air moments ago.It was not victory, It was the pause before something worse. “Lucas” Mila’s voice trembled from behind him, yet carried the unshakable steel that defined her spirit. She limpe
Chapter 82 – The Chains Within
The battlefield was silent, but the silence was deceptive. Beneath its surface, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next scream, the next crack of thunder, the next collapse. The rift had sealed. The abyssal tide had withdrawn.Kael’s final roar still echoed faintly in the bones of those who had witnessed it. But all eyes were not on the sky anymore. They were on Lucas. He was on his knees, hunched forward, his palms digging into the blood-soaked soil.His golden light the fire that had carried him, that had burned his enemies, that had shattered chains before now sputtered like a dying torch. Every time it flared, black links shimmered beneath his skin, swallowing the glow.Mila knelt in front of him, both hands gripping his shoulders. Her face was pale, streaked with dirt and tears. “Lucas! Stay with me!” Her voice was desperate, sharp, breaking.He raised his head, and her heart lurched. His eyes, once pure molten gold, now flickered with veins of darkness that pul
Chapter 83: Voice of Abyss
The battlefield had grown strangely silent. The air no longer screamed with the clash of weapons nor thundered with the roar of power. Instead, it pulsed with a low, resonant hum, like the heartbeat of something vast and unseen.Lucas Sebastian stood at its center, his chest rising and falling in ragged intervals, his body trembling from wounds both seen and hidden, he was no longer alone.The silence was not emptiy it was filled. Every particle of air was saturated with presence, a suffocating awareness that pressed in from every direction. Shadows that had no source gathered at the edges of his vision, creeping like tendrils of ink.Then it spoke, the voice was not a sound, not truly. It vibrated in his bones, whispered across his nerves, and threaded through his memories. It was as though the abyss itself had leaned close and pressed its lips to his ear. “Lucas Sebastian”His name shivered through him. Lucas staggered, clutching his head. The ground beneath him rippled like water t
Chapter 84: The Last Tether
The battlefield still roared with the aftershocks of chaos. Broken stone, scorched earth, and splintered fragments of buildings told the story of carnage. The night sky itself looked torn, bleeding streaks of red light that crackled unnaturally, held apart by rips of void.The clash had shaken the very foundation of the city. Lucas Sebastian stood at the center of it all, shoulders heaving, his body riddled with cuts that glistened against the faint moonlight. His blade, drenched in a mix of blood and ash, pulsed faintly as if it shared his heartbeat.Across from him, his enemies regrouped faces smeared with fury, humiliation, and disbelief. They had thought he would have fallen by now. They had thought he was a mistake a man whose fate should have been sealed in misery, but Lucas wasn’t fighting only for himself anymore.He thought of the ones still tethering him to humanity Mila, who had stood against all odds at his side, her voice steady even when his resolve wavered. The fleeting
Chapter 85: Blood Against Blood
The silence that fell across the battlefield was suffocating. Thousands of soldiers stood frozen, blades trembling, spells flickering unfinished in their hands. Even the wounded dared not groan aloud.All eyes shifted between Lucas Sebastian and Robert, the two brothers standing like twin pillars of destiny in the middle of ruin. Mila’s body quivered where she knelt, her breath came in shallow rasps, blood dripping down her chin.She tried to stand, but her legs betrayed her, and the twin blades slipped from her hands, clattering against the stone. Her aura sputtered, dimming like the embers of a dying fire. Lucas’s grip on his sword tightened until his knuckles turned white.His heartbeat thundered against his ribs, not just from exhaustion, not just from rage but from fear. Fear of losing her. Robert stepped forward, his presence suffocating. Shadows bent around his body, as though the world itself resisted his existence. His smile was calm, cruel, and deliberate.“You still cling t
Chapter 86: Shattered Thrones
The battlefield was silent. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath, afraid to move in the wake of the explosion Lucas had unleashed. Dust and rubble drifted slowly downward like ash from a dying star.At the center of it all, Lucas Sebastian stood bloodied, broken, yet unyielding his blade still leveled at his brother. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, each inhale a war against pain that threatened to consume him. Yet his eyes burned with defiance, an unquenchable fire that would not bow.Robert emerged from the ruin a few paces away, his cloak of shadows tattered, his once-perfect composure shaken. For the first time, cracks marred his mask of superiority. His smirk lingered, but it was tight, forced.“Well, well,” Robert said, his voice low and edged with venom. “You’ve grown teeth after all.” Lucas wiped blood from his lips with the back of his hand. His words came in a rasp, yet steady. “Teeth enough to tear you down.”The crowd of soldiers shifted, whispering, afraid to sp
Chapter 87 – The Abyss Stirs
The world convulsed.A shuddering quake split the battlefield as Lucas dropped to one knee, his lungs heaving raggedly, every breath scorching like molten glass. The stormfire raged uncontrolled around him black flames that hissed and bent reality like warped glass.The air smelled of iron and ash, as though creation itself was bleeding. Above the First Chain’s monstrous true form towered: a titan of fused chains, burning iron, and grinding gears, its molten core pulsing with hateful light.It moved like an avalanche given shape, every step quaking the ground. Sparks rained like falling stars from the grinding links of its body, and there Mila, her silver flames guttering, blood streaking her pale face, but still standing before Lucas still shielding him.“Stay back!” Lucas growled, though his voice was wrong. It wasn’t entirely his. The words crackled, a second undertone laced beneath them low, mocking, endless. The abyss speaking through him.Mila froze. Her hands trembled as she lo
Chapter 88 – Shattered Bonds
The world cracked open. Black fire roared skyward as if the heavens themselves were being torn apart. The cratered battlefield dissolved into chaos, chains snapping under the storm, molten earth spraying like geysers.The First Chain’s titan form staggered, its molten chest glowing brighter where Lucas had been dragged inside but this was no victory this was possession.From within the titan’s chest, Lucas’s voice echoed guttural, twisted, layered with the abyss’s inhuman timbre. Every syllable rattled the ground, every breath warped the air. “I am not yours!”The titan convulsed, Its iron body buckled as cracks of stormfire split outward, shredding links of chain. The abyss wasn’t just resisting it was consuming.Mila stood at the edge of the collapsing ground, her silver flames flickering weakly. Her eyes widened as she saw him through the gaps in molten iron: half his face blackened, veins glowing like burning roots, his eyes two pits of stormfire.“Lucas!” she cried, her voice bre
Chapter 89 – When the Heavens Trembled
The abyss split open like the mouth of a primordial beast, yawning wider as the black tendrils clawed at the sky. The land beneath trembled, fissures zigzagging outward as if the world itself were tearing apart from within.Screams echoed from far away soldiers, citizens, even hardened cultivators reduced to nothing more than fragile leaves tossed about in a storm. But in the eye of this chaos, Robert Elba stood, his bloodied frame locked in a duel that had already warped the very fabric of reality.Opposite him, the Abyssal Warden’s monstrous form loomed an armor of shadow and bone, eyes like burning coals, voice dripping with disdain.“You think yourself a savior, Robert,” it hissed, every word vibrating like thunder. “But you are a herald, your struggle feeds the Abyss, your defiance nourishes me.”Robert spat blood, but his eyes burned brighter than any flame. “If I am a herald then I will herald your end.”He tightened his grip on his sword, the blade trembling, not from weakness
Chapter 91 – The Abyss Unbound
The world screamed not in words, but in soundless collapse the cracking of mountains, the groan of seas as they boiled, the wail of winds torn from the sky. The abyssal rift yawned wider, its maw swallowing everything in sight.Out of its black tide came forms that defied reason: titans of shadow whose limbs bent at impossible angles, beasts stitched together from claws and fangs, and twisted silhouettes of once-living creatures, their eyes hollow with despair.The Abyssal Warden’s half-shattered body convulsed, spewing waves of shadow into the fissure. Its laughter came, guttural and broken, yet no less triumphant. “You see, Robert in your defiance, you have freed me, you struck the final tether, and now the Abyss has no chains.”Robert staggered where he knelt, blood streaming from every pore. His body was a ruin, a vessel burned near to ash. But his eyes, dimming yet unbroken, locked on the monstrosities clawing their way into the world. The light within them was not despair, but f