All Chapters of THE HUMILIATED GROOM RETURNS AS A DEITY GOD. : Chapter 91
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The Shadow That Knows Your Name
The storm did not break over the mountains it had formed there, the clouds spiraled inward like some great unseen hand was stirring the sky itself. The air hummed, a strange metallic vibration that made the hairs on Xavier’s arms rise. Two days had passed since Chronos’s warning, two days since the priestess collapsed in the ashes of the ruined shrine whispering:“He has awakened the part of the relic that remembers war.” and now the world answered.Xavier stood on the cliff overlooking the valley, cloak beating against his back. Below, the scattered lights of the newly rebuilt encampment flickered like determined little stars—soldiers, mages, survivors, and the old companions drawn back by the echo of destiny: Alexander sharpening his blades by the fire, Victor silently repairing the broken sigils, the orphan boy, now almost a young mantraining with the twins near the stream.They were readying themselves. Preparing to march.Yet Xavier could not shake the uneasy weight at the edge
Sky splits and so do we!
The sky did not simply open it was somehow fractured, a shattering sound, just like a thousand sheets of glass breaking underwater all echoed through the air as the tear ripped wider, splitting the clouds into swirling spirals of darkness and white-blue fire. Marcus’s scream cut through the chaos, sharp and raw, before being swallowed by the shift in the heavens.Diana’s knees buckled and the thread beneath her skin burned like a live wire, a cold, invasive pulse that synchronized perfectly with the Weaver’s movements. She felt every surge, every command, every pull as if someone were plucking nerves from inside her chest.“Diana—please stay with me!” Xavier grabbed her shoulders, steadying her as the ground reared beneath them like a living thing. Dust spiraled up in a windless vortex. The rift above them pulsed again, releasing a wave of freezing air so strong it knocked the priestess backward.Aetherion’s body spasmed midair, white light leaking from his eyes in thin, trembling be
A Thread
Lines of black-silver lightning split through the tear overhead, branching out in jagged arcs that pulsed with the same cold rhythm burning beneath Diana’s skin. The force of it knocked everyone backward Xavier shielded Diana with his entire body, sliding several meters before bracing them both against a broken stone pillar.Aetherion screamed, not with his voice. With the shard’s voice.A howl of ancient agony and power tore through the air, vibrating the ground beneath their feet. The priestess threw up a protective veil around him, but it flickered, unstable, barely holding as the forces inside Aetherion fought to rip him apart.“Hold on!” she shouted, both hands trembling violently as she forced more of her energy into the barrier.Aetherion convulsed again, floating higher. His eyes burned white-hot, crackling with chaotic threads of light.Marcus…Marcus was still beneath the tear, half-kneeling, his spear lying uselessly beside him. His aura—once blazing with raw war-god streng
The Silent Crown
The sky above the shattered plateau churned with smoke and drifting embers. The world still trembled from the clash between Isabelle and the relic’s awakening—the relic whose whispers had tried to consume her, the relic Lucien had begged her to embrace, the relic Xavier had nearly died pulling her away from.Now, the ash-thick air was pierced by a sound none of them expected.A horn, so Deep, Metallic and Ancient.Isabelle whipped around, her heartbeat stuttering. “What… what is that?”Xavier stepped in front of her instinctively, blade still wet with the ichor of the fissure-born shadows. “It’s not Velkan. And it’s not the Queen’s Guard.”Lucien, still on one knee as he recovered from the relic’s backlash, looked toward the horizon. His eyes widened—not with awe, but with fear. “No. It can’t be.”The horn sounded again.Then earth-shaking footsteps followed.Dozens. No—hundreds.Figures emerged from the ash. Armored from head to toe in obsidian-plated armor, helmets etched with the
The King Who Should Not Be
For a heartbeat, silence devoured the cavern even the trembling veins of violet stone seemed to freeze as Noctis so long thought dead, long feared lost and stood with the Silent Crown clenched in one hand. The air warped around him, bending toward the weight of his presence. Shadows moved like armor across his shoulders, shifting with each slow breath he took.Xavier stared up at him, still on his knees, body shaking with the crown’s rejected power. Isabelle held him tightly, knuckles white from refusing to let go even as the light burned her skin.“No…” Xavier whispered. “You’re… you’re dead.”Noctis tilted his head, the faintest shadow of a smile—or something crueler—touching his mouth.“Death has never been particularly good at keeping me.”Serathiel remained on one knee at the base of the altar, her masked head bowed. “My king… you were not meant to return.”Noctis didn’t even look at her. His gaze remained locked on Xavier.“You almost bound yourself to a throne that would have d
The gate of First Dawn
Diana was the first to feel it. A deep, pulling weight spread across her chest, forcing her to kneel as the relic inside her pulsed like a second heart. The air thickened, warmer than the wind around them, humming with an ancient rhythm that didn’t belong to the living world.“Diana!” Xavier caught her shoulders before she hit the stone ground. His voice cracked with fear. “What’s happening now?”“I… don’t know,” she whispered, gripping his arm. “But they’re close. The ones the relic remembers.”A hush swept across the citadel walls as every warrior, priest, seer, and mortal turned toward the horizon.The clouds glowed gold, but not a soft, holy gold, not the gentle shimmer of healing or hope.This light was heavy, this light carried judgement.Victor shielded his eyes. “That’s not Marcus. And it’s not Chronos.”“No,” the Priestess said, stepping forward, her breaths sharp. “That… is something older.”Behind her, Alaric froze. His hand tightened around the blade he forged from Catheri
WHEN THE WARLORD ARRIVES TOO SOON
The horn’s echo stretched across the citadel like a blade slicing through the last thread of calm.Everyone froze.The Priestess was the first to speak, voice trembling.“That horn… that’s the Black Legion signal.”Alaric closed his eyes. “No. Not now. Not this soon.”But it was already too late.A storm of dust rolled across the valley, rising in waves as an army marched toward them—shields in tight formation, armored horses thundering against the cracked earth, banners stamped with Marcus’s sigil whipping in the wind.The Warlord had come.And he hadn’t waited for an invitation.Xavier grabbed Diana’s hand. “Diana—stay behind me. Marcus left last time furious and half-controlled by grief. You don’t know what he’ll do.”She stared at the horizon, heartbeat quickening.A broken part of her wanted to see him.A wiser part of her feared him.The gates of the citadel shook as the first wave of soldiers approached.“Open the walls!” Alaric commanded. “We don’t provoke him first—let him sp
THE DOOR OF THE UNMADE
Diana hit the ground hard, except it wasn’t ground, it was… just nothing.Her knees struck something invisible yet solid, like frozen air shaped into a floor. She gasped, reaching out, but her fingers met only emptiness. No walls. No sky. No horizon. Just an endless black, the kind of darkness that didn’t feel empty but crowded—filled with things watching, waiting, breathing just out of sight.Her heart pounded same as her skin still glowed faintly where the relic pulsed under her collarbone, the only light in this realm of shadows.'Where am I?'She forced her breath steady.Xavier wasn’t here even Marcus wasn’t here, same as Her father wasn’t here.She was all alone.No! Not alone. A soft sound echoed around her, like chimes breaking underwater.Then a voice whispered, “Finally… you have come.”Diana spun around, gripping her staff. The relic’s light sharpened around her like a halo.“Show yourself!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the black.A shape stepped forward—thin, tall, it
It would not Heal
The sky above the Celestial Gate still trembled from the last wave of the battle. Smoke drifted in thin grey lines across the horizon, curling around the shattered pillars and the broken wings of statues that had once guarded the passage between realms. Diana stood in the middle of the ancient courtyard, her staff planted firmly into the cracked floor as she tried to steady her breathing. Every muscle in her body ached. Every heartbeat felt too loud.Behind her, Marcus moved with a slow stiffness, the pain from his wounds obvious but not enough to stop him. He wiped a smear of darkened blood from his cheek and glanced toward the Gate, where a line of faint light flickered weakly—like a dying heartbeat. It was supposed to have sealed after the last confrontation, but the tear remained open, unstable and restless.“We didn’t close it,” Marcus said quietly. His voice held no anger this time. It was worse, there was resignation in it.Diana’s eyes stayed fixed on the trembling sky. “We tr
The Harbinger’s Claim
The Harbinger just stood at the center of the courtyard just where he had always belonged, for several seconds, nobody moved, it was as if the tear at the Gate were just merely built fo him alone, His presence was not so loud or dramatic but it was worse that that. It was soehow quiet and controlled all certain. Thekimd of presence that had not or did not nee to shout in order to dominate a battlefield.Dia's skin prickle, as a cold rush slid through her blood, she had faced so many Remnants, the weavers, corrupted Lords and Hollow beasts but from everything it felt like none of then had ever made her feel like this. It was as if she was being measured and it was inside her just like it wasn't hers entirely.Marcus had kept his body squarely in front of her, just spear leveled, the momentum coiled in his muscles. “You step one inch closer,” he said in a low growl, “and I will end you.” but the Harbinger merely raised his eyes to Marcus with a faint, and irritated sigh. “We both know t