All Chapters of THE HUMILIATED GROOM RETURNS AS A DEITY GOD. : Chapter 71
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The Gathering of Ages
It called to those who had lost their way, igniting a flicker of hope in their hearts. As the sky shimmered with the brilliance of rebirth, whispers of destiny began to weave through the air, promising a new era of light and awakening.Diana stood alone in the field of white fire, her golden armor cracked and gleaming faintly in the afterglow of her choice. In her palm burned the last ember of the First Flame—small, but infinite. Its warmth was both comfort and burden, a heartbeat that wasn’t hers yet pulsed in perfect rhythm with her soul.But she wasn’t alone for long.The air before her shimmered — ripples forming as if time itself bent to bow. From the distortion stepped a tall figure cloaked in shadows and starlight, his eyes glowing like molten bronze. His voice was low, resonant, and timeless.“Diana, daughter of Catherine,” he said. “You’ve done what few ever dared.”“Chronos,” she whispered. “The Keeper of Ages.” He inclined his head slightly, though the air around him crackl
Vault heart
The moment Diana stepped through the gate, the world inverted.Sound fell away. Time stretched thin, like silk burning in slow motion. The whiteness around her folded and reshaped until she stood in a place that defied all reason—a cathedral made of light and memory. Each column shimmered with echoes of lives long gone, and above her floated constellations of fire.This was the Vault of Ages—the heart of creation itself.Her armor dimmed, replaced by simple robes of silver and gold. The ember she’d carried burned brighter now, pulsing with her heartbeat. Each pulse drew whispers from the walls—voices of gods, mortals, and forgotten dreams—then she saw him.Marcus!He just stood there at the center of the Vault, all encased in a sphere of flame and of shadow. His eyes were all closed, and and and and his hands were clasped before him like a warrior that was at rest. Around him were circled thousands of spectral figures—old gods, all kneeling and chanting in tongues lost to time.When h
Just beyond the Frame!
When the light had died, and then silence had followed, for a long time it was an endless moment; there was just no sound, no visible breath, no time—but just only weightless drifting through the nothing between worlds. Diana’s hand was still in Marcus’s, as her fingers were trembling but refusing to let go.When the sight had returned, it was not light that greeted them; it was a colorless twilight, stretching endlessly into every direction. The air was still, just too still, and the ground beneath them shined like glass that had even forgotten how to reflect.Diana blinked, steadying herself. Her voice came out as a whisper.“Where are we?” she asked scared.Marcus’s eyes now swept across the horizon; all his divine senses just dulled but was not gone. “Beyond all creation,” he murmured. “The Realm of the gods sealed even before it was time it had began. The place where all the Flame was first of all now kindled — and where it was just meant to die.”He looked around yet again and t
The awakened Void of GODS
The light that once held the Realm Beyond Flame together had begun to fracture.Each of the crack had pulsed just like a dying heartbeat, faint all golden veins twitching through the endless gray. Diana had stood between them — her face all streaked with ash, her eyes was fixed on the horizon where the black flame had stirred.Alaric stood beside her, the lines of age and grief etched deep into his face. His once-silver armor was scorched, its divine glow fading. The faint aura around him flickered — a remnant of the old gods’ power.“It’s him, isn’t it?” Diana whispered.Alaric’s jaw tightened. “Not him, It is the part of the cosmos that even creation feared to have named.”The black fire pulsed again, and the air grew colder. It wasn’t just a flame — it was a living thing, burning without light, devouring what was left of the realm. Around it, the mist bled into darkness.Diana’s heart pounded hard. “If Marcus gave his life to seal Erasmus, then why—”“Because sealing one god freed
The Flameborn Dawn
The first rays of dawn spread across the broken world, soft and gold, washing over lands that had forgotten light. The war of gods had ended, not with triumph, but with silence. The skies no longer bled, and the oceans no longer roared. The world had gone still, as if holding its breath.From that stillness, a single figure stepped through the shimmering veil that had once divided realms. Her wings were folded, her armor cracked, and her eyes burning gold streaked with crimson held the weight of everything lost.Diana had returned, the mortal air was cold against her skin, carrying scents she had almost forgotten earth, wind, and rain. She looked around the field where the veil had opened. Once a sacred battleground, it now lay quiet, the remnants of celestial fire marking the soil in faint glowing veins.In the distance, figures moved toward her. She recognized them instantly, though years had changed their faces.The twin seers, now grown, walked side by side, their eyes still mirro
The Pulse of the First Dawn
The sky has a fractured plateau that had boiled with some red-gold stormlight; it was a roiling celestial tide that really seemed to have been a pulse in sync with Isabelle's heartbeat. It was like an awakened relic, that was now infused to her spine like that of a gleaming serpent of factures light that hummed with some low vibration, as though it was sensing something that was beyond the horizon.She moved forward as the tremors had now rolled through her veins, she was not in pain, and not in power but she was like something that was older“Isabelle.” Xavier caught her arm, pulling her back before she walked straight into the broken ridge. His eyes were so tired, and so bruised, but so determined it all scanned her face. “It’s getting a lot stronger, and you can not hide it.” she wasn't even hiding it anymore because she did not even know how to.Behind them, the reunited early companions—Chronos with his obsidian staff crackling faintly, Victor polishing his weathered blade, Alex
A shape that shook the world
The tremor rolled through the plateau with enough force to scatter loose stones downhill. Dust lifted from the ground in soft, ghostly curls. Every face turned toward the horizon where the sound had come from—a hollow, distant echo, like something too large to belong to the earth.The Pale Sovereign was moving Isabelle had tightened her grip on the edge of her cloak as if steadying her own pulse. The relic on her back grew warmer, not painfully, but insistently, like it wanted to speak. Or warn. Or maybe flee.Marcus rose slowly from where he’d fallen, swaying as though the ground kept shifting under him.“He broke the inner seal,” he said quietly. “That sound… that was him testing the cage.”Xavier scanned the sky as though expecting the creature to appear in full form. “How long until he reaches the surface?”Marcus hesitated. “He’s already beneath it. Rising means… rising into us.”The twins started whispering to the priestess, their hands trembling as they pointed at the trail of
THE DEPTHS BELOW
The fall felt so endless; the wind rushed past Isabelle’s ears, cold and sharp, carrying echoes of voices she couldn’t recognize. The darkness swallowed every trace of light above them. She reached blindly for something—anything—but the space around her was empty.Then a hand caught hers. Strong, firm, grounding.“Isabelle!” Xavier shouted over the roar. “I’ve got you—don’t let go!”Her fingers tightened around his. Relief washed over her, sharp and immediate. She wasn’t falling alone.On her other side, a softer voice spoke, calm even as they plummeted.“Breathe, child. Falling is only frightening when you forget that the ground eventually appears.”The Priestess she was descending with them, robes all fluttering like pale wings, her face was so strangely serene.“How are you so calm?” Isabelle demanded.“Because this is not death,” the priestess replied. “This is a passage.” Before Isabelle could even respond, the darkness below them shifted. A faint glow rose to meet them, warm and
THE PATH OF ECHOES
Light had swallowed Isabelle and Xavier completely. It wasn’t so harsh or blinding, but it felt so soft, almost like warm wind that was brushing against their skin. When it finally faded, they all found themselves standing in a long corridor, carved entirely from pale stone.The walls glowed faintly like moonlit marble. Every footstep was echoing, and Xavier had tightened his grip on Isabelle’s hand. “This place isn’t natural.”“No,” she agreed. “It feels… so expectant, just like it knows we’re here.”Symbols were all lined in the stone around them, the lines that looped and crossed, shifting so subtly when Isabelle had blinked. Not that of illusions, just some filled with memories. The corridor was so built from memory itself.They moved forward cautiously and after a few minutes, the hallway widened into a vast chamber. The ceiling arched like a cathedral, but instead of stained glass, it held shifting images, all were of fragments of lives, battles, and lost gods drifting across th
THE CIRCLE OF OLD WOUNDS
The night sky rippled with a strange, there was a low hum like the world was exhaling after holding its breath for too long. On the cracked plateau overlooking the ruins of the First Temple, Marcus stood alone, the wind tugging at his cloak as though urging him to move. He wasn't thinking about battle formations or divine strategies.He was thinking about Diana and about the part of himself he feared she would never understand.A soft crunch of gravel announced someone approaching. Marcus didn’t turn. Only one person walked with that quiet grace, as though the land itself moved aside for her.“Still trying to solve the fate of the realms alone?” the priestess asked gently.Marcus sighed. “You know I don’t enjoy company.”“Not true. You don’t enjoy honesty. They are different things.”He turned then, meeting her calm, ageless eyes. She had barely aged since the first dawn of human memory, her life tied to the breath of the gods. Her presence always made Marcus feel like the world was s