All Chapters of The Healer’s Ascension: Chapter 41
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Chapter Thirty-Six: Blade of the Abyss
The world split in two.The violet blade came down like judgment itself, cutting through the void. Its howl was not sound but existence unraveling, every thread of reality fraying in its path.Jason raised his arms, fire bursting upward in a last, furious shield. Gold met violet. Flame against void. The impact was cataclysm.Light devoured dark, dark devoured light. Chains melted, stone dissolved, the throne fractured. The abyss screamed. Jason screamed louder.His fire wrapped around him, clawing upward, defying the impossible. But the blade kept falling. Every second crushed him deeper into the ground.Blood erupted from his mouth. His bones cracked one by one, snapping under the weight. His shield splintered like glass. The blade drove downward. Jason fell to his knees.The violet edge pressed into his chest, piercing skin, muscle, bone. He cried out, fire exploding again, but it wasn’t enough. The sword pushed deeper, tearing him open. Agony blurred into white. This is the end, th
Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Legion of Ash
The first reflection struck him, Its claws dug into Jason’s chest, cold and sharp. Its face, his face, twisted in a scream of hatred. Jason staggered back, golden fire bursting instinctively to throw it away. But three more took its place. Then ten. Then a hundred.They poured out of the cracks, endless, writhing, a sea of Jason Millers, each one more grotesque than the last. Some had empty sockets where eyes should be, bleeding violet fire.Some had skin that peeled away in ribbons, revealing bones charred black. Some dragged their chains behind them, others clutched weapons forged of their own broken ribs.Every mouth moved the same way. “You are nothing.”Jason’s knees threatened to buckle. He could barely breathe. His chest was still split from the abyssal blade, blood running in rivers down his ribs. His arms shook violently as he summoned fire to his hands again. The first wave hit.Jason roared, fire blasting outward in a sweeping arc. Dozens of them disintegrated instantly, th
Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Perfect Reflection
The abyss trembled under the weight of the figure that rose.Jason’s breath hitched, chest heaving, his body barely intact. But his eyes locked onto the figure before him, and his blood ran cold. It was him.Not the broken fragments, not the twisted failures, but Jason Miller as he might have been.Tall, radiant, flawless. Every scar healed. Every weakness erased. Muscles carved, posture regal, face calm and unburdened.Golden fire burned in its veins, but instead of flickering wildly, it flowed like a perfect river, controlled, precise, untouchable. This was Jason without mistakes. Without pain. Without doubt. The shard’s vessel. His perfect self.The reflection tilted its head, smiling. “So fragile, aren’t you? Crawling, bleeding, clinging to life. When you could have been this.”It raised its hand. The blade of void-fire materialized, longer than Jason was tall, humming with power that split the air itself.Jason staggered back, blood dripping from his mouth. He tried to summon fir
Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Shard’s Claim
The blade drove deeper.Jason’s breath hitched, frozen in his throat. His chest tore open as the abyssal edge carved through flesh and bone. Heat and cold slammed into him all at once, his fire sputtering violently as if suffocating in its own blood.The reflection’s eyes burned gold, perfect and unyielding. Its voice was calm, merciless.“Do you feel it? The end of you. The beginning of me.”Jason tried to speak. Blood bubbled from his lips. He coughed violently, the sound wet and broken. His knees gave way, but the blade held him upright, speared like prey on a hunter’s pike. The reflection leaned close, whispering in his ear.“This is mercy. No more scars. No more failure. No more pain. Just perfection.”Jason’s vision swam. Elias’s voice echoed faintly in the distance, but it felt so far away now, muffled, like it belonged to another world. His fire, his stubborn, raging fire, flickered weakly, gasping for air.The abyss pressed closer. Shadows crawled up the blade and into his ch
Chapter Forty: The Fire Consumed
The shard fused into him like a blade hammered into molten iron.Jason’s body arched violently, golden fire bursting from every pore. His scream cracked the void, echoing in a thousand broken tones.Light and shadow warred in his veins, gold against violet, fire against abyss. His chest burned as though a second heart had been forced into him, a heart that beat wrong, that pulsed with hunger instead of life.“GHHHHAAAA!” His voice broke, torn into static by the storm inside him.His skin split in places, fire erupting from beneath, blood and light spilling together. His hands clawed at his chest, trying to rip the shard back out, but it was no longer something he held.It was inside him, binding itself to his very soul. The void trembled. Chains of shadow whipped across the broken space, latching onto him, as though the abyss itself sought to keep him contained.His fire snapped back at them, consuming each link in a burst of molten gold. But every time one chain shattered, two more t
Chapter Forty-One: Broken Reach
The claw struck.Jason’s hand, once outstretched in desperate yearning, slashed forward with a violence that wasn’t his own. Violet fire ripped from his arm, screaming across the void like a scythe of annihilation.Elias’s eyes widened, but he didn’t retreat. Golden threads burst from his palm, weaving into a shield of pure radiance. Jason’s claw struck it dead-on, the collision shattering the air with a thunderous crack.The explosion flung Jason backward. He tumbled across the void, violet wings flaring, his body writhing under forces that were no longer his to command. His scream tore from his throat, but even that wasn’t his voice anymore. It was doubled, his own, and a deeper, hungering resonance.“Elias—!” he cried.“KILL HIM,” the shard roared through his mouth.Jason’s hands clutched at his head, fire exploding from his body in violent bursts. His gold and violet flames collided, ripping at one another. Each surge tore his skin open, glowing fissures carving across his chest,
Chapter Forty-Two: Against the Void
The strike descended like a judgment.Jason’s claws, wreathed in violet fire, screamed through the void toward Elias’s chest. The air rippled, shadows tearing open behind the strike, promising nothing but ruin.But Elias didn’t flinch. His palm rose, gold flaring violently, and for a moment their lights collided, gold and violet, friend and enemy.The clash sent shockwaves screaming outward, tearing through the fractured ground. The void itself seemed to buckle under the weight of their meeting.“Jason!” Elias shouted, his voice ragged against the roar. “I know you’re still in there!”The shard snarled, violet fire spiking. Jason’s mouth twisted into a cruel smile not his own.“You are clinging to an illusion,” the voice spat. “He is gone. Only I remain.”The violet blaze surged. Elias’s shield shattered.He was thrown back, slamming into the broken surface with a sickening crack. Blood sprayed from his lips as he coughed, his ribs screaming.But he didn’t stay down. Elias forced hims
Chapter Forty-Three: The Voice Beneath
The battlefield froze. Jason’s violet spear, drawn back for the killing blow, trembled mid-air as if chained by an unseen hand. The shard’s voice snarled through his mouth, its fury crackling in the air, yet it did not strike. Because something else had spoken.From the cracked abyss below, shadows rose like a tide. A colossal silhouette emerged, its form shifting between smoke, stone, and fire, too vast to be bound by shape.Eyes, no, abysses masquerading as eyes, opened within its skull, glowing with a darkness so pure it devoured even the violet flame.Jason’s chest seized. The shard screamed inside him, clawing against its own host. Not here, not THEM!Elias staggered back, shielding his face from the sheer force radiating off the figure. The golden light that had clung to him guttered under its presence, like a candle before a storm.Every instinct in his body screamed to kneel, to run, to vanish. Yet he stayed standing, battered chest heaving, eyes locked on Jason.The figure’s
Chapter Forty-Four: The Abyss Within
There was silence. Not the quiet of peace, but the suffocating stillness left when something has been erased.Elias knelt alone on the shattered ground, chest heaving, throat raw from screaming Jason’s name. His golden light flickered desperately, reaching outward, searching for the presence it had been tied to, Jason’s warmth, his heartbeat, even the faint brush of his healing aura. Nothing.The void had swallowed him whole.“No…” Elias whispered, his fists trembling against the broken surface. Blood dripped from his lips, his body battered and bruised. But the pain inside dwarfed everything else. “No, damn it, bring him back!”He looked up at the abyssal figure, towering still above the fractured battlefield. Its abyssal eyes glowed faintly, watching him with something that could never be mistaken for mercy.Elias staggered to his feet, every muscle screaming, but his glare burned hotter than any wound.“You said he was the vessel of your choosing. Then where is he?! What have you d
Chapter Forty-Five: Between Two Fires
Jason’s eyes opened to silence. Not the storm, not the endless screams, not even the whisper of violet flame. Just silence.He lay on a surface he could not name. It wasn’t stone, wasn’t earth, wasn’t void, it was everything and nothing, stretching infinitely in every direction. The horizon glowed faintly, as though dawn was about to break but never did.Jason pushed himself up, groaning. His body felt heavy, fractured. His arms shook as he looked at them, still glowing faintly gold, but riddled with cracks that pulsed violet.His veins glimmered like lightning beneath thin glass, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. His chest throbbed where the shard had fused.“Where… am I?” His voice cracked, echoing unnaturally in the still air.A voice answered. “Nowhere. Everywhere. Between.”Jason turned sharply. A figure sat a few paces away, cross-legged as if in meditation. Their face was shrouded, features shifting like smoke.Yet their presence was undeniable, it pressed down like grav