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TRIAL BY ANNIHILATION
Author: Rising starr
last update2025-12-13 06:38:38

With Kael gone, the plateau didn’t calm. The air felt tight, stretched, like it could snap at any moment. Three trios, nine contenders, three spots. The Convergence’s light beat down like a relentless drum, counting down to chaos.

Draven stood with Selene and Goran, forming a solid wall of strength. Across the stone, Vance’s group crackled with heat and whispered shadows. Lyra’s trio of frost and mirrored twins waited silently. No one spoke. The only communication was the pressure of the Aura pressing down on them all, heavy as stone.

Then it began.

It didn’t start with a shout but with a SCREECH—a wave of twisted sound from Vance’s ally, a woman with hands like tuning forks. The air in front of her tore apart, smashing rocks and aiming straight for Lyra’s twins.

The twins didn’t dodge. They moved as one, crossing their arms. A dome of shimmering energy appeared around them. The sound wave hit it and bounced back, gouging a deep mark in the plateau floor. Vance’s sound-woman had to di
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  • A NEW FOUNDATION

    The silence in the valley was no longer empty or frightening. It was the calm that comes after violence has passed. The kind of quiet that lets the world breathe again. The air felt clean as it filled Draven’s lungs. It smelled of rain ozone and wet stone. Where corruption had once twisted the ground there was now smooth earth and faint green light. The healed section of the ley line cut through the valley like a scar that promised recovery instead of pain.Draven stood still for a moment. He could feel the land under his feet. Not as pressure or vibration but as awareness. The earth was no longer sick. It was tired but alive.Behind him someone gasped.Scout Mara pushed herself upright. She stared at her arm as if it did not belong to her. She turned it slowly. Flexed her fingers. Touched the skin where black frost veins had once crawled.“It’s gone,” she whispered. Her voice shook. “The pain is gone. The cold is gone.”She looked at Draven then. Really looked at him.“You didn’t ju

  • THE LAND REMEMBERS

    The Rot reacted at once, and it was violent.The entire trench of sick energy did not just move. It boiled. The corruption stopped focusing on Draven and turned downward instead. It dove into the ground, attacking the bedrock itself, trying to smother the tiny golden spark of the land’s spirit he had awakened.It was desperate. Furious.Violet green tendrils drilled into the stone like living things, digging deeper and deeper.Draven knew he could not fight it head on. He could only protect the spark.He pressed his hands harder against the ground and poured everything he had into it. Chaotic Life energy. Earth energy. Will. He turned himself into a shield, standing between the Rot and the land’s memory.Behind him, Mara cried out. “It is working,” she said, her voice shaking with awe and pain. “The ley line is fighting itself.”She was right.Where the Rot drilled down, patches of clean golden light flared up from below, pushing back. The valley floor began to crack and rumble. Stone

  • A SPARK IN THE ROT

    Draven’s hand throbbed with a deep, cold numbness. He opened and closed his fingers slowly. Feeling crept back little by little as his Chaos Body tried to heal the damage left behind by the Rot. It was healing him, but not fast enough.He looked at Scout Mara.She was worse.The green corruption around her bandaged arm pulsed softly, beating in time with the weak but still living ley line beneath the valley.“We need to move you,” Draven said. His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears.“Move me where?” Mara coughed. It was dry and painful. “This poison is inside me now. If I go back to the Spire, I will spread it. Or they will lock me away until I rot completely.” She stared at her arm and gave a tired laugh. “I am already dead. I am just slow about admitting it.”Draven clenched his jaw and looked away toward the corrupted valley. The weight of the Heart’s geas pressed on him. Heal a ley line. That was his task. He could not do it from above. He had to go down into the sickness i

  • CHAOS AGAINST THE VOID

    The Corrupted Silhouette stood on the stone outcrop across from Draven, silent and unmoving.It did not feel like an enemy made of flesh or energy. It felt like a hole torn into the world. From ten feet away, Draven could feel it pulling at him, not with force, but with absence. A quiet numbness crept into his thoughts, whispering that nothing mattered. That effort was pointless. That it would be easier to stop.Behind him, Scout Mara’s ragged breathing broke through that pull.Draven clenched his fists and held his ground.The Silhouette glided forward without a sound. It did not hurry. It did not hesitate. Wherever its feet touched the stone, the rock gave up, crumbling into fine grey sand as if it had never truly existed.Draven knew waiting would only make things worse.He stepped forward and struck first.Power surged through the Ascendant Cycle as he unleashed a Blossoming Strike. Five colors of chaotic energy wrapped around his fist as he drove it straight into the creature’s c

  • THE TASTE OF THE ROT

    The path out of the mountain felt wrong from the very first step.The air no longer carried the sharp, clean scent of lightning or wet stone. It smelled sour and heavy. Like spoiled earth mixed with rotting meat and old metal. Every breath scraped against Draven’s lungs and left a bitter taste on his tongue. The faint sick green glow along the tunnel walls guided him forward, pulsing slowly like a dying heartbeat.Draven frowned as he walked.He was certain this tunnel had not been here before.The Storm Heart had shown him the way. Or perhaps the Rot itself had opened a path, sensing him and reaching out. Either thought made his grip tighten.After a long climb that burned his legs and shoulders, the tunnel finally opened.Draven stepped out onto a high ridge carved smooth by constant wind. The cold air hit him hard, but it did nothing to clear the smell. He looked down and felt something twist in his chest.The valley below was dead.Not barren. Not empty.Dead.The stone was black

  • THE HEART’S QUESTION

    The voice was not sound.It did not echo. It did not vibrate the air.It pressed.It felt like the weight of an endless sky folding inward, squeezing itself into a single thought and pushing straight into Draven’s soul.WHO WAKES MEDraven could not pull his hands away from the Storm Heart. The shock from the impact still locked his palms against the crystal surface. Power flooded into him in heavy waves, wild and vast. It was not attacking. It was searching.Judging.Testing.Every breath felt slow. Every thought felt small.Across the cavern, Zephyr staggered back on the stone dais. His earlier arrogance shattered like glass. Fear burned in his glowing eyes, tangled with raw rage.“No,” Zephyr shouted, his voice cracking. “This is wrong. It was mine. I was chosen. I was its master.”The Storm Heart shifted its attention.A thin strand of mist flowed out from the crystal, smooth and effortless. It wrapped around Zephyr’s chest, arms, and legs. He barely had time to gasp before it lif

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