All Chapters of WORLDBREAKER: Rise of the Reborn Flame: Chapter 1
- Chapter 7
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Death and Rebirth.
The rain came down hard, cold, heavy, unrelenting.Adam Smith’s feet pounded the slick concrete as he sprinted through the alleyway, heart slamming against his ribs like a war drum. The scream echoed again, it was a sharp, desperate cry from the other side of the darkness. A young woman was trapped.He didn’t think before acting, he never did in moments like these where someone seemed desperately in need of his help.A huge man stood before her with a knife. His shadow flickered in the glow of a flickering streetlight. As the woman shrank away with her purse clutched to her chest. Her eyes met Adam’s for a second, sending a message that she needed help, she looked terrified. So he launched forward.“Hey!” he shouted.The attacker turned almost immediately and all Adam saw was a flash of steel and rage and then came the pain. A white hot line across his abdomen. Warmth. Blood. The woman screamed again, but it was distant now, like wind through a tunnel.Adam didn’t fall immediately. He
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The swordmaster's trial.
The next morning, the village was quiet, too quiet.No children laughed. No hammers rang. No birds sang. The air itself held its breath, as though even the wind feared to make a sound.Adam stood alone in the clearing where Walter had first trained him. His arms trembled from fatigue, muscles screaming from yesterday’s punishment. Bruises painted his sides like ink stains, and two of his fingers were swollen from parrying wrong.But still, he swung the wooden sword.One. Two. Three.The wind whistled against the blade. His feet dug into the damp earth. His breath came in ragged, controlled bursts.Then came the voice.“Better,” Walter said, stepping from the trees. He moved without sound, like a shadow given form. “Still sloppy, but better.”Adam straightened. “Didn’t hear you.”“That’s the point. If you hear your killer, you’ve already lost.”Walter approached, his robe trailing frost behind him despite the lack of snow.“What’s next?” Adam asked, tightening his grip.Walter’s eyes n
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Ashes and oaths.
The smoke lingered for three days.Even after the last pyre had burned down to ash, it clung to the air like a ghost that refused to leave. The village was silent. No hammers rang, no chickens clucked, no songs were sung. Only the wind spoke now, low and mournful, as though mourning with the living.Adam stood atop a scorched roof as his eyes surveyed the ruins of what once resembled life. The chapel still stood though half collapsed, with splintered beams and stained glass shards glittering among the weeds. Around it, makeshift tents had been erected. The survivors, those who did not flee, gathered there each evening to whisper, to cry, or to pray.The village was not dead. But it was dying.And in that decay, Adam felt a bitter familiarity. Just like his old world, it was full of fragile people hoping monsters wouldn’t come again.Yet they always kept coming and somehow they would always be survivors.“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”A voice came from behind him. Clara White, dirt-smud
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Into the crucible.
The borderlands stank of death. Not of fresh death that was sharp and coppery. This was old death, woven into the soil, thick in the rivers, clinging to the very wind. It smelled of rust and ash, of ancient bones ground into powder beneath decades of boots and beast claws.Adam walked the edge of a cracked road, flanked on either side by scorched trees and decaying fences. His boots were caked in dried blood. His blade still plain to look at hung loosely from his hip, its essence now humming beneath the surface like a sleeping beast.He hadn’t seen another living soul in two days.But he wasn’t alone. Not truly.He could feel them now. Aura signatures. Hidden energies flickering in the distance like lanterns under murky water. Some were small animals, human, dying. Others were vast and cold and wrong, waiting behind the trees like forgotten gods.This land had once belonged to men.Now it belonged to war.He crested a ridge at dusk and saw them: the war camps.Dozens of them spread li
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Baptism in blood.
The winds shifted at dawn.Adam stood at the mouth of the cave, watching the eastern sky bleed orange and crimson. The land before him a broad, cracked valley riddled with bones and the rusted ruins of old siege towers seemed to tremble under something vast and unseen.Something was coming.Even Nyra, usually so sarcastic and bold, was silent.She crouched beside him, running a finger along the length of her spear. “Do you feel it?”Adam nodded slowly. “Like thunder. Afar off.”“Not thunder,” she said. “Footsteps.”He looked at her in surprise. “What kind of footsteps?”She smiled grimly. “The kind that don't stop walking until there's nothing left.”It began like a whisper.Low and steady. A tremor beneath the ground.Then the birds stopped singing. The wind stopped blowing. The very air seemed to still, as though the land itself was holding its breath.Then came the roar.A thousand deep, inhuman voices howling, bellowing, shrieking as one. Trees trembled. Rocks rolled down the hill
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The shattered path.
The forest between Skyreach and the Maw was known only as the Gray Veil.Legends whispered that its trees were older than the kingdoms, older than the gods, older than death itself. Each step Adam took down the moss-covered path felt like walking through the bones of something ancient and slumbering.No birds sang here. No wind stirred the branches. Just total silence and eyes.Always, the feeling of being watched.“Keep your blade loose,” Nyra whispered. “The Gray Veil doesn’t forgive mistakes.”Adam nodded. His fingers hovered near his sword. A faint, ghostly light pulsed in the depths of the woods. Essence drifted from cracks in the bark of dead trees. Spirits, perhaps. Or remnants of old battles.He stepped over a fallen root, and the air shifted.Then he heard the whispers again.But these were different from the ones in the ravine. These were clear. Familiar."Adam..."He froze.That voice wasn’t Nyra’s nor was it anyone in this world.It was his mother’s."Adam, why did you lea
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Blood awakening.
The ground rumbled beneath Adam’s feet as he stared at the girl suspended within the crystal. Her eyes were glowing red, like molten gems never left his face. Her voice had been soft, barely more than a whisper, yet it echoed in his bones like a thunderclap.“Help.”It was not just a plea.It was a command.The black altar below her pulsed with ancient runes. Runes older than any kingdom Adam had ever heard of. Nyra stepped forward, lips moving silently as she read the etchings.“This isn’t human magic,” she muttered. “It’s something else. Old. Primal.”Adam’s sword hummed at his side. The Essence within it surged to life, resonating with the crimson aura surrounding the girl. It was as though the blade recognized her.Or feared her.“What is she?” Adam asked.Nyra’s eyes were grim. “Not what. Who? That is a Bloodbound. A being created by fusing a soul with raw, unstable Essence. They were wiped out during the Age of Splintering.”“Wiped out,” Adam repeated. “Then why is she alive?”N
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