All Chapters of ELLIOTT'S QUEST: A Relicbound Adventure : Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: The Realm With No Sky
CHAPTER 121 — The Realm With No SkyFalling shouldn’t feel calm.But this did.No air rushing.No wind screaming past his ears.No ground racing up to kill him.Just weightlessness, like drifting in a dream.Kai opened his eyes.There was no light—but he could see. Not with his eyes. With… something else. Shapes, distances, the faint hum of existence around him.He wasn’t falling anymore.He was floating, suspended in a vast emptiness that pulsed like a heartbeat. Blackness stretched forever in every direction, but not ordinary blackness—this was textured, shifting, alive.Like the inside of a sleeping mind.Kai touched his chest.No silver light.No heartbeat glow.Just silence.He swallowed. “Hello?”His voice didn’t echo.It didn’t even travel.It simply vanished.A shiver ran through him. He wasn’t alone.He felt the presence before it spoke.A pressure like two fingers placed lightly on the back of his neck. Not violent. Not hostile. But ancient. Curious.“You do not belong here.
Chapter 122: The Path Of The Unmade
CHAPTER 122 — The Path of the UnmadeThe path was not solid.The glowing shards that formed it drifted beneath Kai’s feet, weightless and fragile—yet somehow holding him up, reacting to every step like they recognized him.As he walked, the darkness pulsed around him, bending in strange ripples as if acknowledging his presence.The realm did not behave like a place.It behaved like a mind.A broken, dreaming mind.Each step made the shards hum softly. The sound was calming at first… until Kai noticed something unnerving:They weren’t humming.They were whispering.And the whispers were words.“Kai Velden…”“Chosen…”“Sparkbearer…”“Awakened…”Kai swallowed hard. “Okay… totally not creepy at all.”He kept walking.The path stretched for what felt like miles—though time didn’t exist here. His body didn’t tire, but his thoughts felt heavy, like the air was pressing on his awareness.Eventually, the darkness thinned.A pale glow appeared ahead, faint at first, then brighter, then brighter
Chapter 123: The Return Of The Half-Made
CHAPTER 123 — The Return of the Half-MadeLight shouldn’t make sound.But the light blasting out of Kai’s body screamed—high, sharp, like something tearing through dimensions that weren’t supposed to touch.Then silence.Then impact.Kai slammed into something solid—stone or metal, he couldn’t tell. Air rushed back into his lungs like he’d been dead for minutes. His vision blurred violently.He coughed, groaning.“—Kai?! KAI!”Spectra’s voice.He blinked hard, the world snapping into focus in strange, jarring pieces.He was lying on the cracked floor of the ruined citadel in the Riftlands—the place he’d fallen from. The Realm With No Sky was gone. Reality was back.And standing around him were Spectra, Lysandra, Erefas, and Veylan.All staring at him like he wasn’t human.Kai pushed himself up slowly. His limbs felt weightless, but not numb—more like they weren’t entirely physical anymore.“Kai…” Spectra whispered, reaching out but not touching him. “What happened to you?”Kai opened
Chapter 124: When The God Looked Down
CHAPTER 124 — When the God Looked DownThe sky didn’t just open.It peeled.Red lightning tore the clouds apart like splitting bone, leaving raw, pulsing space exposed beneath. Wind roared inward from every direction. Loose stone, dust, scraps of old banners—all whipped upward toward the expanding rift.Spectra’s grip tightened on Kai’s arm.“Kai—listen to me—we need to run—”But her voice drowned under a BOOM like a mountain being punched by another mountain.Half the ruined citadel collapsed from the shockwave.Lysandra rolled out of the way, blades flashing.Erefas scrambled behind a broken obelisk.Veylan shielded himself with a barrier that flickered like a dying flame.Only Kai stood unmoved.Silver veins pulsed under his skin, glowing brighter with each heartbeat.The rift widened. A massive claw—made of smoke and lightning and hatred—thrust through the tear in the sky.Each finger was as long as a tower.Erefas screamed over the storm:“THAT’S NOT EVEN ITS TRUE FORM—THAT’S JUS
Chapter 125: The Echo Of Unfinished Promises
CHAPTER 125 — The Echo of Unfinished PromisesThe wind carried a strange charge—subtle, metallic, almost like the air before a lightning strike. Elliott felt it prickle against his skin as the group stepped through the fractured archway at the edge of the ruined canyon. The sky above churned a dark violet, clouds spiraling as though stirred by an invisible hand.“Okay… that’s new,” Mira muttered, her brows knitting. “The sky wasn’t doing that five minutes ago.”“Maybe it just learned how to worry,” Torin said, trying for humor, but his voice betrayed a tremor.Elliott didn’t answer. His attention was locked on the structure rising from the canyon floor—the colossal, half-crumbled temple crowned with a suspended orb of obsidian light. It pulsed slowly, like the heartbeat of something ancient and unspeakably aware.The Fourth Shard was somewhere inside.And so was the Revenant Oracle—the guardian that had been whispering into Elliott’s dreams since Chapter 119.His pulse kicked harder.
Chapter 126: The Rotting Expanse
CHAPTER 126 — The Rotting Expanse The world outside the Oracle’s temple looked different. Not physically—no new mountains had sprouted, no new storms cracked open the sky—but something about the air had changed. It felt heavier, thick with a pressure that made Elliott’s ribs tighten. Even Mira, usually unbothered by anything that didn’t involve fire or unpaid debts, paused at the canyon’s edge with a rare frown. “Okay,” she said slowly, “someone definitely turned the world’s danger knob up two levels.” Torin squinted into the horizon. “And someone turned the color saturation down. Look at that.” Ahead stretched a vast landscape of grey, brown, and dull green: a dead forest melting into a swampy expanse, where the ground seemed to breathe faintly, like something buried underneath was shifting. Avery stepped beside Elliott. “The Oracle called it the Rotting Expanse.” “Yeah,” Mira muttered, “and I hate that I can’t even argue with the name.” Elliott stared at the expanse a
Chapter 127: The Tower That Eats Time
CHAPTER 127 — The Tower That Eats TimeThe tower wasn’t supposed to be there.Elliott knew that the moment he saw it.It rose from the center of the Rotting Expanse like a wound in the sky — tall, twisting, its surface shifting like liquid metal under moonlight. Every few seconds its outline flickered, as if reality kept failing to decide whether the tower belonged in the world or not.Mira squinted at it.“Yeah. Nope. That’s not architecture. That’s a migraine.”Torin wiped mud from his boots. “It’s time-unstable. Look — the top keeps aging and reversing.”Avery’s grip tightened on her dagger. She didn’t speak, but Elliott could feel the tension rolling off her like heat.The Fifth Shard pulsed in the distance.Calling him.Pulling him.Elliott gritted his teeth. “Let’s stay sharp.”They moved.The ApproachThe swamp thickened the closer they walked toward the tower. The ground grew softer, sucking at their boots. The fog grew darker, swirling with faint silver sparks.Avery stopped
Chapter 128: The Man Who Forgot His Century
CHAPTER 128 — The Man Who Forgot His CenturyThe chamber didn’t explode.It unfolded.Walls peeled outward like pages flipped by an invisible hand, spreading the room into an impossible spiral of overlapping floors. Parts of the room existed in different eras at once — decayed stone beside newborn marble, collapsed ruins beside perfect symmetry.The time-sick man stepped forward.And every step erased and restored the floor beneath him in random intervals.Mira whispered, “This dude is a walking timeline glitch.”Torin didn’t even bother with a joke. “A time-anchored sentinel. The tower fused him so deeply his existence is… unstable.”Avery: “Translation: Don’t let him touch you.”Elliott couldn’t look away.The man’s eyes were hollow, glowing from within like a furnace burning centuries. He wasn’t possessed. He wasn’t controlled.He was broken by time itself.And he wanted Elliott dead.When Time Strikes FirstThe man lifted his hand.Reality buckled.A wave of time distortion surged
Chapter 129: The Daughter Of The Broken Clock
CHAPTER 129 — The Daughter of the Broken ClockThe tower did not wait.The moment the dust of the sentinel settled, the chamber’s far wall split open like a mechanical iris, gears clacking and twisting as if excited to reveal what was hidden behind it. A narrow stairway spiraled upward—thin, steep, and way too dramatic for something designed for actual human feet.Avery groaned. “Oh good. More stairs. Because the tower doesn’t believe in, I don’t know—elevators. Ramps. A helpful rope. Literally anything.”Torin sniffed. “Historically, mystical structures rarely concern themselves with—”“Torin,” Mira cut in sweetly.“Please don’t do a staircase lecture.”He shut his mouth.Elliott wasn’t listening anyway.He felt strangely lightheaded—the Shard pulsing in slow, heavy waves like a heartbeat trying to sync with his. The sentinel’s last words were stuck in his skull like a splinter.The Keeper who broke the Sigil… wants it back.Who?How?What did “broke” even mean in a structure built a
Chapter 30: The Council Of Improbable Heroes
CHAPTER 130 — THE COUNCIL OF IMPROBABLE HEROESThe first thing Elliott felt was noise. Not a normal kind of noise, but a vibrating, universe-made hum that seemed to come from the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and probably his pancreas. The second thing he felt was Juno elbowing him sharply.“Focus,” she whispered. “This is the Council. Don’t embarrass us.”Elliott blinked hard, trying to look serious—which, for him, usually resembled a mildly constipated owl. “I’m not embarrassing us,” he muttered. Then, realizing he was whispering way too loudly, he winced. The echo bounced around the chamber like an overeager puppy.The Chamber of the Council was enormous—like, someone definitely overcompensated enormous. Circular. Tiered like an amphitheater. Lit by floating lanterns that burned with blue fire but cast no heat. In the center lay a table carved from a single piece of Mythstone, glowing faintly gold, as if it remembered being something much bigger and much older.Around the table sa