All Chapters of Trash to Throne: Chapter 151
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Chapter 145 – The Thing Behind the Chains
The void screamed. Not sound pressure. A weight so immense it shattered every thought, every heartbeat, every flicker of flame and storm.Adrian and Emily were hurled backward, their fused light snuffed out like sparks in a hurricane. The chains writhed, twisting in panic, retracting violently from the widening crack.And the Heir crowned in fire and shadow fell to his knees. His voice, once legion and unbreakable, trembled. “No… no! It cannot wake. I am the Heir. I am the Crown! It cannot”But the fissure split further. From it came an eye.Not human. Not beast. A vertical slit that glowed with the weight of eternity, an iris burning with molten red and void-black, staring with hunger older than kingdoms.Emily choked on her breath. Even her flame faltered. “What… what is that?”Adrian’s chest heaved, blood dripping between his teeth. Lightning flared weakly in his veins, but his voice shook when he answered. “The Abyss… unchained.”The chains lashed wildly, no longer predators but p
Chapter 146 – The Pale Silence
Silence. Then light. Not warmth. Not radiance. A devouring whiteness cold, infinite, endless.Adrian floated inside it, weightless, formless. Lightning pulsed in thin ribbons across his skin, each spark fading before it reached his fingertips. His breath didn’t echo. His heart barely moved.He opened his eyes and realized there was no ground, no sky, no direction only light. “Emily?”His voice vanished as soon as it left his lips, swallowed whole. He tried again, louder. Nothing. For a moment, panic clawed through his chest. Then he saw her.A golden ember in the distance. Small. Flickering. Struggling to stay alight.He forced his limbs to move. The light resisted. Every motion felt like pushing through solid glass. His blood sparked, veins glowing with faint lightning as he clawed his way toward her.Emily knelt on nothing. Her body flickered between solid and light, patches of her form dissolving and re-forming like golden smoke.Her eyes were closed. Her hands were pressed over he
Chapter 147 — The Heart of the Collapse
Silence ended with a scream. Not a voice reality screamed. The Pale Silence ruptured in every direction, light folding in on itself like paper burning from the edges inward.Adrian felt the world spin without axis, without gravity. His lungs burned. His lightning flickered, trying to stabilize his body as space around him warped into ribbons of molten glass.Emily was beside him, her golden aura splitting into fragments. Her hand reached for his but the air between them thickened, pushing them apart like two magnets forced to repel.“Adrian!”He reached forward, lightning coiling around his arm, but his fingers stopped inches from hers. The invisible pressure intensified. His veins glowed painfully, sparks breaking from his skin.And above them, the Heir laughed.It was a sound that broke everything. It didn’t echo. It didn’t carry. It simply overwrote. The fabric of light trembled with each pulse of that laughter.Then, suddenly, all the whiteness compressed into a single point behin
Chapter 148 — The First Storm Awakens
The air was alive. It wasn’t sound or motion that made it tremble, it was presence. The blood-sea beneath Adrian and Emily pulsed like a living heart, each beat sending tremors that shook the abyss around them.The colossal being of crimson lightning faceless, ancient stood slowly, its shape blotting out what little light remained.Adrian stared up, chest rising and falling. Lightning crawled across his arms involuntarily, answering a call older than him, older than the worlds themselves.The Heir hovered above it all, halo blazing with twisted serenity. “So this is where your power came from,” he said, his voice echoing like the crack of a whip across eternity.“The First Storm. The thing that burned the skies before the first flame was born.”Emily could barely breathe. “That thing… it’s alive.”Adrian nodded grimly, his body trembling from proximity alone. “Alive and watching.”The crimson colossus tilted its head, tendrils of storm-like energy rolling down its arms. Its voice was
CHAPTER 149 — THE WAR WITHIN THE STORM
Lightning cracked across a sky that didn’t exist. Adrian opened his eyes to a world made of shattering reflections fragments of himself suspended in a sea of white fire and black storm.He was floating, though he felt the weight of his own heartbeat like thunder beneath his ribs. The air screamed. Every breath carried echoes not words, but thoughts. Memories. Voices.“Heir…”“Adrian…”“Destroy…”“Remember…”He turned, and the void turned with him. Thousands of shards drifted around each a mirror showing a different version of his face: some broken, some hollow, some crowned in flame.And at the center of them all stood himself or rather, what used to be himself.The figure ahead was regal, terrible, and familiar the Heir reborn, but not separate anymore. Its armor pulsed with veins of lightning instead of abyss, chains melted into arcs that flickered with Adrian’s own energy.“Still struggling?” the Heir’s voice rolled like molten iron. “We are one now. There’s no ‘you’ and ‘I’ only w
CHAPTER 150 — THE ONE WHO WOKE
The silence broke with a breath. Adrian’s lungs expanded sharply as if he’d been underwater for centuries. Lightning hissed beneath his skin, crackling faintly before dimming into a quiet, steady pulse. His eyes snapped open.He was lying on fractured stone, surrounded by the dying embers of what had once been the void. The storm was gone.The chains were gone. But so was the world. He sat up slowly, chest heaving. Around him stretched a barren field of white dust and broken light, endless in every direction.The sky above shimmered like cracked glass faint patterns of storm flickering behind it, like a memory fading away. “Emily…” he whispered.His voice echoed, too loud in the silence. He tried again, forcing strength into it. “Emily!”No answer. Panic rippled through him, faint but real. His pulse surged. He pushed himself to his feet and winced as a faint burn crossed his right hand.When he looked down, the veins along his arm flickered black before returning to their usual blue-
CHAPTER 151 — THE VOICE BETWEEN LIGHTNING
The silence had weight. Not emptiness presence. Every sound Emily made felt swallowed before it reached her ears.The air hummed faintly with electricity, the same rhythm as Adrian’s heartbeat too even, too perfect. It wasn’t the pulse of life, but of something designed.He stood motionless at the edge of the shattered lake, lightning faintly crawling across his skin. His eyes one gold, one red shifted between calm and storm.“Adrian?” she whispered. He didn’t respond. His gaze was distant, as if he were listening to something she couldn’t hear.When he finally spoke, his voice came layered a low echo beneath his usual tone. “It’s… quiet.”Emily swallowed. “That’s good, right? The storm’s over.”He turned slowly. His face was unreadable. “Or it’s just holding its breath.”A shiver passed through her flame. She took a cautious step forward. “Adrian, talk to me. Please. You’re scaring me.”He blinked once, then focused on her with painful clarity as if seeing her for the first time. “Sc
CHAPTER 152 — THE WORLD BETWEEN THUNDER
Silence. Then breath. Emily gasped awake, choking on ash and light.She was lying in a field that wasn’t a field more like an ocean of mist that rippled beneath her hands. The air shimmered like liquid glass, shifting between sky and void with every heartbeat.She sat up, clutching her head. Her flame flickered weakly at her fingertips, sputtering before catching again. “Adrian…”No response.The world around her was empty, too empty. The horizon bent in strange ways, folding over itself like a reflection caught in water.Above, fragments of stars flickered and vanished, only to reappear in new constellations seconds later. “This isn’t real,” she whispered.“Not entirely.”The voice came from behind her calm, low, resonant, and… unfamiliar. Emily turned sharply, flames coiling around her hands.The figure that stood a few steps away wasn’t human. It looked like it had been carved from light tall, featureless, its form shifting constantly, sometimes man, sometimes woman, sometimes noth
CHAPTER 153 — STORMBORNE
Morning came slow. Mist hung over the valley like memory refusing to fade, and the air tasted faintly of ozone the ghost of lightning that had once devoured the sky.The land itself seemed to breathe again, grass sprouting where the ground had been burned black.Adrian stood on a ridge overlooking it all. His hands were buried in his pockets, though the faint silver glow beneath his skin made it impossible to look entirely human anymore.His heartbeat echoed softly in the quiet like distant thunder under his ribs.Emily walked up beside him, wrapping her cloak tighter. Her flame was dimmer than before but steadier, refined. “It’s hard to believe this is the same place.”“It’s not,” Adrian said quietly. “The world rebuilt itself when the storm fell. This… this is what’s left.”Emily followed his gaze. Below, remnants of broken cities shimmered faintly under the new sun, as if trying to remember what they once were.The rivers glowed with faint luminescence, running not with water but w
CHAPTER 154 — THE COUNCIL OF THE DIVINE
Far above the mortal sky, past the void, past even the echoes of creation a realm of pure radiance hung suspended in infinity. Its floor was glass and flame; its sky, a living aurora that pulsed with divine memory.Here, the Pantheon convened.Twelve thrones floated in a perfect circle, each forged from a different concept Flame, Shadow, Time, Dream, Judgment, War. Their light met in the center, forming a great sphere of silent power.Today, that sphere trembled.A single pulse of silver lightning had reached even this realm a signal from below. The fall of a god. The awakening of a mortal who had touched eternity.The Council was not pleased.A tall figure stood first Eryndor, the Arbiter. His armor shone with reflected suns, his eyes deep as law itself. “You all felt it,” he said, voice echoing across the hall. “A pulse from the lower planes. The Heir of the Abyss is gone.”Gasps rippled across the circle. The goddess of Flame leaned forward, her body a constant dance of fire. “Gone