All Chapters of The One-Eyed Heir: Legacy of the Spirit System: Chapter 41
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CHAPTER 41 —“THE SPIRIT JUDGMENT”
The world snapped back like a whip.Tom gasped and realized he wasn’t standing in Aelor, the arena, or even the mortal realm. He stood in a vast white expanse, endless and blinding, like the inside of a star. Snowly stood beside him, hackles raised.“Tom” Snowly whispered. “This isn’t normal.”A cold voice boomed above them.“Thomas Burro of the Spirit Lineage. You have crossed a forbidden threshold.”Tom spun. A colossal figure materialized hooded, faceless, towering like a mountain made of light. Chains of glowing runes wrapped around its arms.Snowly’s ears flattened. “No. No, no, this is the Spirit Tribunal.”Tom swallowed. “What?”“Silence.”The voice hit like thunder. Tom staggered.“You unlocked the Second Vein prematurely. That power was not meant for this stage.”Tom clenched his fists. “I didn’t have a choice. I was dying.”Snowly whispered urgently, “Tom don’t argue. They don’t tolerate”“You accessed power beyond your rank. That alone demands judgment.”Tom’s jaw tightened.
Chapter 42: “The Breaking Point.”
The darkness didn’t feel empty anymore.It felt alive pressing, breathing, listening.Tom hit the ground hard, the impact rattling through his bones. He gasped, coughing, his throat burning where the corpse’s fingers had closed around it.But when he looked up, there was no corpse.No father.Just endless black and the echo of his own heartbeat.Ba dump.Ba dump.Snowly wasn’t here.The Tribunal wasn’t here.Tom was utterly, terrifyingly alone.He whispered, “This is the Trial of Essence isn’t it?”No answer.Only the darkness tugging at the edges of his mind, like cold fingers trying to pull thoughts apart.He forced himself to stand. “Okay. Fine. If this place wants to break me, let it try.”A voice slithered through the dark.“Brave words for someone so small.”Tom spun.A silhouette formed lean, tall, smirking.Gabby.His half brother stepped into view, but twisted his eyes entirely black,his grin too wide, his skin cracked like porcelain.Tom’s jaw clenched. “You’re not real.”Gabby chuckled.
Chapter 43: — “The Realm That Kneels.”
There was no sky.No ground.Just a roaring shockwave of white energy ripping through the Tribunal realm like a storm made of stars.Tom hovered at the center of it suspended in midair eyes blazing white, the new mark burning across his chest like molten metal.Snowly was thrown backward, tumbling across the fractured spirit floor.“Tom! Fight it! DON’T LET IT TAKE YOU!”But Tom couldn’t even hear him.The voice inside his mind thundered:“ACCESSING THE INHERITANCE LOCK.”Tom’s pulse slammed against his ribs. “S,Stop! I didn’t ask for this!”“LOCK OVERRIDDEN.”A blinding pillar of light shot upward splitting the realm’s endless ceiling.The gigantic Tribunal spirits beings who moments ago threatened to erase him, stumbled back as if struck.For the first time,They looked afraid.The lead figure’s voice shook not thunderous, but uncertain.“Impossible The Spirit King was destroyed millennia ago.”The voice in Tom’s mind answered with icy calm:“THE KING IS NOT A PERSON. THE KING IS A THRONE.”
Chapter 44: — “The Fall Between Worlds.”
There was no up,no down.Just freefall, violent, endless, cold.Tom tumbled through a storm of shattered light, fragments of the Tribunal realm spinning past him like broken glass. Each shard flashed with memories, faces, voices, pain before dissolving into darkness.Snowly spun beside him, paws flailing helplessly.“Tom! Grab onto something!”Tom barked a hysterical laugh. “There IS nothing!”Wind if it was wind howled around them like a thousand screaming spirits.ThenA voice echoed in Tom’s skull.Calm.Mechanical.“MERGE RESUMING.”Tom’s blood turned to ice. “No,NO Pause! PAUSE!”“45%.”Snowly twisted midair, eyes wide. “It’s advancing on its own!”Tom’s chest burned the mark crawling further across his skin, glowing like molten cracks.He grit his teeth. “I can’t, I can’t let it finish!”The void shifted colors bending, collapsing, swirling into a swirling vortex below them.Snowly’s ears flattened. “That’s a dimensional breach!”Tom snapped, “Going where?!”Snowly’s voice cracked.“I, I
Chapter 45: —“The Blade and the Burden.”
The void-black blade sliced toward Tom’s chest too fast, too precise, too final.Tom’s instincts screamed, but his body was still heavy from the fall too slow to move SHHHKSnowly slammed into him, knocking him sideways.The blade missed Tom’s heart by inches, carving a deep scorch into the stone floor instead.Tom hit the ground, rolling hard. “Snowly!”Snowly skid to a stop, fur bristling, teeth bared, stance wide.“Stay behind me!”The armored figure didn’t pause. He flicked his hand and the blade dissolved into smoke then reformed instantly, longer, sharper.Cold. Merciless.Tom scrambled up. “Why are you trying to kill me?!”The figure answered without emotion:“Because hesitation is how Kings are born.”He vanished, reappeared behind SnowlyAnd drove the blade down.Snowly spun, claws sparking against the blade as he blocked with sheer force, paws digging trenches into the rubble.“Tom RUN!”Tom shook his head. “No! I’m not leaving you!”The figure twisted his wrist dark energy blastin
Chapter 46 — “The Countdown”
The world had never felt louder.Sirens wailed across the burning district. Buildings trembled. Concrete rained like ash.Red emergency lights,pulsed through the smoky streets like a heartbeat slow, ominous, dying.Tom stood in the shattered crossroads, chest heaving, one eye glowing like a molten storm.Snowly limped beside him, fur singed, breath shallow.Aelor hovered nearby, expression grim.And above them projected across the sky like a twisted prophecy glowed a massive timer: 00:10:00, Ten minutes.That was all the city had left.“This isn’t real,” Tom whispered.“It’s real,” Aelor replied. “A city wide detonation array. Spirit based. Ancient. Boomwolf activated it.”Snowly growled weakly. “He wants to level the entire capital. Cleanse the slate.”Tom swallowed. “How many people are still inside?”Aelor’s voice was tight. “Hundreds of thousands.”Tom’s heart punched his ribs.Hundreds of thousands. Ten minutes.His eye flickered screens, symbols, alerts.SYSTEM WARNING: “Prime Detonat
Chapter 47 — “The Woman in the Light.”
There was no ground.No sky.No sound.Just endless, glowing white like the world had been erased and replaced with light itself.Tom hovered weightlessly, his breath hitching, his pulse silent in his chest. The countdown, the explosion, the city everything was gone.Except her,The woman standing before him.Tall. Graceful. Wrapped in a shimmering cloak of silver threads that drifted like mist. Her hair floated weightlessly, white as snow. And her eyesOne was warm gold,The other swirling silver.Just like his.Tom’s throat closed. “Mom?”The woman smiled, soft and impossibly sad.“Hello, Tom.”His knees buckled. He didn’t fall, there was nothing to fall onto but his voice broke.“You’re alive?”She shook her head gently. “No.”Tom froze.Her voice echoed not through the air, but straight through him.“I am not alive. I am what remains.”He swallowed hard. “So this is the afterlife?”She smiled faintly. “No.”This is the Core Mindspace. “A realm between thought and power. You entered it when yo
Chapter 48 — “The Hour of Awakening”
Darkness hit like a fist,Cold. Heavy. Breathless.Then,A gasp tore from Tom’s lungs as his eyes snapped open.He was lying on shattered stone inside the cavern,The air smelled of dust and scorched metal. The crimson mist around the Ritual Core had thinned but it was still pulsing.Still alive,Snowly was beside him, shaking him violently. “Tom! Tom,come on wake UP!”Tom choked on a breath, vision swimming. “Snowly?”Snowly sagged with relief. “Oh thank the frozen ancestors. I thought you were flatlined!”Aelor hovered behind them, wings trembling, face pale.“He was gone for forty seven seconds,” Aelor muttered. “I thought his spirit snapped.”Tom pushed himself up weakly, trembling. His eye flickered painfully.And thenA sharp red projection burst into the air,A clock 00:59:42Tom’s heart stopped.“An hour.”Aelor nodded grimly. “The ritual rebooted the moment you returned. A failsafe.”Snowly snarled. “An hour until Boomwolf ascends.”Tom shook his head, voice low.“No.”They turned to h
Chapter 49–“The Other Tom”
Tom staggered backward, breath catching in his throat.The realm around him, if it could even be called that, was a vast void of silver threads twisting through darkness. Like nerves. Like veins. Like a living web.And standing at the center was him.Or something wearing his face.Older by years, maybe decades. Broader shoulders. Harder jaw. A scar carved down the cheek beneath the silver eye. His posture radiated power. His expression radiated nothing.Cold. Empty. Controlled.Tom whispered, “Who what are you?”The older version didn’t blink.“I am your Threaded Self.”Tom frowned. “My what?”The double stepped forward threads twisting around his arms like armor.“Every Weaver carries two destinies.”Another step.“The one they choose”Another.“And the one that devours them.”Tom’s pulse thudded in his ears.“So you’re what? My dark side?”A faint humorless smirk touched the older Tom’s lips.“No.” He tapped his chest.“I am your logical future.”Tom stiffened. “Logical?”If you survive. If
Chapter 50 —“The Thread Titan.”
The void shook.Not metaphorically. Not emotionally.Literally.Silver threads snapped in every direction like ripping muscle as the colossal hand descended, each finger thicker than skyscrapers, each movement bending the realm itself.Tom felt his knees buckle.His lungs forgot how to breathe.Snowly whispered, voice tiny in the vastness:“what the fluff is THAT?”The older Tom, Threaded Tom, didn’t flinch.He simply looked up, eyes reflecting the monstrous shape taking form above them.A face, if it could be called that, emerged from the darkness. A mask of woven spirals. A hollow mouth. Empty sockets blazing with cold, impersonal awareness.A presence older than memory.The Thread Titan.Tom swallowed hard.“That thing, it’s alive?”Threaded Tom answered calmly.“Alive is a generous word.”The Titan’s mouth tore open, A sound rolled out.Not a roar. Not a voice.A vibration so deep it rattled thoughts loose, shook joints, scraped the soul raw.Tom clapped his hands over his ears, but the sound