They plunged into a lightless vertigo, the newborn god’s command roaring through their souls like molten steel cool enough to burn.Denilson’s ears rang. His breath vanished. His sense of direction tore apart as if gravity itself refused to claim them.Jenna fell beside him, but not at the same speed. Something was holding her back, or pushing her deeper.“Jenna!” Denilson reached through the swirling black, fingers straining to find hers.Her hand brushed his, warm, shaking, then slipped away.The abyss tightened like a throat swallowing thought. Strange veins of living gold lit the darkness, pulsing, expanding, forming a chamber that looked carved out of midnight and creation.They hit the ground without impact, as though the floor decided to exist only the moment they touched it.A whisper, Soft and almost loving “Two halves of the same defiance.”Jenna staggered to her knees, clutching her chest as the sigils beneath her skin burned brighter. Denilson grabbed her shoulders, Her vo

The world breathed with Jenna, Every heartbeat was a quake. Every thought reshaped the air. The sentinels rose in unison around her, as if her fear itself was their command.“Don’t follow me.” She forced the words out harshly.They followed anyway. Twenty towering forms of living obsidian, each with spines that glowed like molten rivers. Their shadows fractured into smaller shadows. Some crawled. Some glided like liquid bones.The world wanted her to lead, but all Jenna wanted was Denilson. She pushed deeper into the god’s forming body, through corridors of marrow and light, organs the size of cities pulsing with newborn rhythm. Her breath steamed as if exhaled into the cold of space itself.Her power surged, a snap like a storm tearing its own sky, one step. The ground rippled away beneath her foot. Two steps. A bridge of crystal snapped into existence, connecting to nothing until the god decided where it led.Three steps. She wasn’t walking anymore, The world carried her. “Stop cont

JennaDarkness, Not the void she once feared, this was worse, A darkness with a heartbeat. Every pulse shoved itself through her ribs, through her blood, as though the world itself wanted to replace her own heart with its hunger.“Denilson” Her voice cracked before the name fully formed.The ground beneath her, if it could be called ground, writhed like breathing midnight flesh, studded with veins of molten silver. Every step she took sank into it, warmth clutching at her ankles like hands refusing to let her go.She pulled harder, It pulled back, Harder.“Let me go!” she screamed.A ripple of the living floor traveled outward in a circular wave, a response, or a warning. Far ahead, a single star burned in the dark. Not sky-high, but rooted to the ground. A pillar of pure radiance.She felt her chest tighten, That was him, She knew it. The way a soul knows its missing half.Denilson.She forced her legs to move again. The darkness answered by twisting upward, forming jagged spires aro

DenilsonDarkness chewed through him, Not wrapped around him, inside him. Every nerve screamed. Light flickered from his skin, then dimmed, swallowed by the void surging like venom through his bloodstream.He fought it. He fought everything, but this time, The darkness fought back with memory, Jenna screaming his name. Her blood on his hands. Her voice begging him to come home.You failed her, the abyss whispered. His knees slammed against a cold unseen floor, the impact shot agony through his spine. Shadows coagulated into shackles, chaining his arms behind him, forcing his head down.He snarled through clenched teeth, “You are not my master”, but the void didn’t answer with words.It answered with her. A silhouette stepped forward familiar walk, familiar breath. Bare feet on the dark stone.Jenna, but not.Her eyes glowed black, irises swirling like twin singularities. Her smile curved upward, too smooth, too wrong, too unlike any hurt she had ever tried to hide.“Denilson.” His hea

The scream that tore the air wasn’t mortal. Light sheared the sky into knives as the Architects descended robed silhouettes with halos of fracture light, their forms half-human, half-prayer.Behind them, the God Flesh of Nýxoros writhed like a storm given hunger, tendrils of living holiness reaching for Denilson’s spine. Jenna planted her feet in the broken earth. “No.”She didn’t shout it she willed it. A shockwave snapped outward from her heart. Stones lifted. Dust spiraled. The Architects staggered but did not fall.“You were meant to return him to Us.” Their voices braided together.“You are severing the sacred design.”“Sacred?” Jenna spat. “You kidnapped him. You nearly erased him!”The nearest Architect swung a weapon shaped like folded scripture. Jenna ducked but not fast enough. Words sharp as bone carved a burning line across her cheek. She tasted blood, She tasted anger.Denilson’s POVNýxoros’s touch slithered deeper, cold and tender like a lover made of void. Mine, it whi