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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-One – Vessel of Unbeing
The abyss’s chains plunged into their chests, black barbs tearing through light and flesh alike. Denilson and Jenna screamed, their voices merging in the void, becoming one jagged note of pain. Every pulse of the chains dragged their blood together, blending their essences into something new.The abyss thundered, Two souls, two flames, one vessel, one silence. Their bodies convulsed as shadows twisted around them, forming a cocoon of gnashing dark. Their wings interlocked, burning and unraveling all at once.He opened his eyes, and saw her face, but her lips curled in disdain. Her voice, cruel: “You were always beneath me, Denilson. Always nothing.”His gut twisted. “No, that’s not you”The abyss whispered: It is what she thought. It is truth.The illusion Jenna spat at him, “Even now, you cling to me like a dog. Pathetic. I should’ve left you sooner.”Denilson staggered back. The words felt like acid, eating his soul. She stood in the void, and saw Denilson’s back. He was walking awa
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two – The Vessel of Unbeing
Something stepped out. It wore their faces. Denilson and Jenna, fused, twisted, rewritten. One body, two minds howling within it, wings that bent light. A crown of molten glass that floated above its head, spinning slow and deliberate, and when it breathed, the air warped.The abyss whispered, Behold what love has made. Behold what ruin worships.Denilson’s first breath was a scream, except it wasn’t his lungs, he had no lungs. Only pressure, cold and endless, inside a throat that wasn’t his. He tried to move, but the motion rippled through wings not his own.“Jenna?” His thought echoed. Not a voice, just intention. But it burned through the dark.No answer. Only the chorus of the abyss chanting through the marrow of this new flesh, One will, One form, One silence.He saw glimpses, Jenna’s eyes looking through the same skull, flickering like lightning beside his vision. Her thoughts collided with his, disjointed and terrified.Denilson, what did we do? We didn’t. It did.Their shared
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE – The World After the Fall
The storm hadn’t stopped for nine days. It wasn’t rain, not really, It was ash falling upward. Roland stood at the edge of the crater that had once been the Eye’s heart, cloak snapping against the constant updraft. The entire valley had inverted.Stone hung in the air like suspended thoughts. Rivers flowed backward. The laws of the world trembled and broke beneath his boots. The Eye was gone, in its place, a wound, It pulsed faintly, a dim scar of red light that refused to heal.“Sir,” a voice called behind him, rough and weary. It was Marcus, limping on a broken leg, one arm in a sling. “We should move. The longer we stay, the worse the readings get.”Roland didn’t answer. He was staring into the heart of the crater, where something was breathing, not with lungs, but with intention. The air bent inward, pulled by a gravity that wasn’t physical. It whispered in frequencies too low to hear, but his mark burned with every pulse.Nine days since Denilson vanished, nine days since the Ves
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE - The Moment of Breaking- B
The silence inside Nýxoros was not silence at all. It was pressure, a slow, crushing awareness that folded inward until even thought began to bend.Denilson fell through that nothingness like a man drowning in glass. Every breath tore, every pulse flickered between existing and not.Around him, the world was no longer a place but a living maw of unmaking, walls that breathed without lungs, darkness that shimmered with faint reflections of itself.He tried to move. His hands, or what still obeyed the name of hands, met resistance that felt like memory. The air had weight here. It pressed against his skin like water made of grief.Something whispered. A voice older than sound. “You wanted to see what lies beneath the Eye.”Denilson’s throat clenched. The words came from nowhere, everywhere, curling like smoke through his mind.He remembered the last moment before he’d fallen, the flash of violet light, the collapsing threshold, his own scream swallowed before it could echo. And then the
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR - The Moment of Breaking- A
Denilson flinched, covering his ears. The whispers slid through his skin like cold light. Every word pressed into his chest, rearranging his heartbeat.“Stop”But the whispers only multiplied, their tone growing intimate, coaxing.“Let go. The pain will end. The name will fade. The world will forget.”Something inside him wavered. He saw flashes, her smile, her hand slipping from his, the cold echo of her indifference, maybe they were right. Maybe forgetting would hurt less, and yetAnother memory surfaced, small, fragile, real. The night she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, her breath trembling against his collarbone. The way she’d murmured his name, not as an order, not as mockery, but as if she was afraid of losing him.That tiny thread of warmth became a blade. Denilson stood tall. His voice, when it came, wasn’t loud, it was steady.“You want to erase me?” he said. “Then you’ll have to erase everything she ever felt.”The ground split. The light surged outward again, more violent
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR - The Mirror of Unbeing B
He stood at the edge of what used to be the void. It was no longer darkness, not truly. Everywhere, light and shadow warred in slow motion, folding, bleeding, refusing to merge. The air trembled with the hum of a newborn equilibrium: too fragile to endure, too stubborn to fade.Denilson’s reflection stared back at him through a shard of half-liquid glass hovering in the air. Only it was not a reflection anymore. It blinked first.He felt his throat tighten. “Who are you?”The other tilted its head, perfectly mirroring the gesture, but slower, more deliberate. Its eyes glowed with alternating rings of gold and black. When it spoke, the voice came in two layers: one human, one cavernous.“Who am I? You should ask what I am.”Denils on’s pulse raced. “Nýxoros.”“A name for what was. But you” The reflection stepped forward, detaching from the fractured surface. Its feet did not touch ground; it floated above it, tethered to nothing.“You have given me form. You, Denilson Cael. The wound o
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR — The Gray Pulse C
Silence, That was the first thing Jenna felt, not absence of sound, but the weight of it, pressing down like an ocean made of thought. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t warm. It was.Her body floated, or seemed to, but when she looked down, there was no body to see. Only ripples. Her breath came like echoes returning from great distance, each one slower than the last.Then came the pulse. A faint vibration, steady as a heartbeat, rolling through the gray expanse like the tremor of a colossal drum.She knew it before she dared to think it. “Denilson.”The name left her like an instinct, not speech. And somewhere far ahead, the gray shimmered in response as though the entire realm recognized the name, and approved.She tried to move. Her thought became motion, her will a current. The gray parted before her like breath against frost. Shapes drifted in the distance, monoliths of translucent stone, suspended in midair. They pulsed in time with the rhythm.She approached one. The surface rippled t
CHAPTER 135 — JENNA’S FALL Part 1
The fall did not begin with motion, It began with a breath. A slow, pulling inhale that seemed to come from everywhere at once, the deep, patient respiration of something vast and living.The world around Jenna had already lost its boundaries, gravity was no longer a direction but a suggestion, and the air shimmered like glass about to melt. Then, the breath came again in, out and the floor beneath her broke apart like dissolving ice.She fell. No scream left her mouth. The air rushed too thickly, like honey through the throat of the world. The light around her pulsed in impossible hues, lilac bleeding into black, gold flashing into blood-red and through it all, she could feel it.The same consciousness that had devoured Denilson now wrapped its slow attention around her descent. You breathe, still, said the voice, soft as rain through leaves. How strange. You were meant to stop by now.Jenna twisted as she fell, arms reaching for something solid, but there was nothing. The void shimm
CHAPTER 135 — JENNA’S FALL Part 2
The golden warmth shuddered not from within her, but through her, as though the universe itself had inhaled her soul and was deciding whether to exhale it back.Jenna’s heartbeat faltered, caught between her chest and the endless pulse that was Nýxoros. Every breath came with soundless music, threads of tone too perfect to be real, a choir built from the voices of those already devoured.Denilson’s echo was among them, softer now, buried beneath the harmony. She tried to move, but the world yielded around her like water, clinging, reshaping, her fingers dissolved into ribbons of light and reformed.The act of remembering her own body required force, as if willpower were the only thing separating her from the hive of consciousness whispering in her veins.Why resist what loves you?The voice was silk and starlight, brushing along the edges of her thoughts.“I’m not yours,” she breathed.Then whose are you?, The question landed like a blow. Her knees buckled. She fell into herself, into
Chapter 136 — “The Descent Within,”
The fall ended without impact, no sound, no horizon, no gravity, only stillness so complete that silence itself seemed to breathe.Jenna hung in it, suspended between heartbeat and thought, the after-image of descent still burned across her mind: streaks of light curling into themselves, like rivers flowing upward into the dark.When she opened her eyes, the darkness had texture, soft veils moving at the edge of sight, as though the void were thinking.Her first breath was not air but memory, she inhaled the taste of rain, the scent of old paper, Denilson’s laughter trembling through her chest. For a moment she almost wept, until she realised none of those sensations belonged to her anymore.They were being offered, do you understand yet? The voice came not as sound but as resonance, a warmth against her ribs.She turned toward it and saw no form, only a shimmer that bent everything else. “Where am I?”Within yourself, said Nýxoros, or what now wore its name. Within what you and I ha