2025-02-27 06:02:30Lucas and Sophia stood frozen, their faces pale with disbelief. It was as if reality had just slapped them across the face—hard. This… this couldn’t be happening.
Lucas snapped out of his daze first, his body reacting before his mind fully processed what had transpired. He lunged forward, planting himself firmly in Nathan’s path, arms spread wide. “Wait just a damn second,” he barked, blocking Nathan and the senior manager from leaving. Nathan arched a brow, barely sparing him a glance. “You’re still here?” His voice carried the kind of bored disdain one would have for an annoying fly buzzing too close. Sophia, however, had no intention of backing down. With her chin lifted high and an air of haughty arrogance, she sneered, “There’s obviously a mistake here. There’s no way—no way—this loser is someone important.” Her lips curled as she threw Nathan a look of pure contempt. “What, did you scam some old man out of that card? Fake your way in, just like you always do?” Nathan sighed, shaking his head. “I’d ask if you ever get tired of talking, but clearly, parrots never do.” Sophia’s eyes blazed with fury. “You—” “Enough!” The senior manager’s voice thundered through the lobby, sharp and furious. His patience had run its course. “I will not tolerate such disgraceful behavior in my establishment.” He turned to Lucas and Sophia, his gaze ice-cold. “Both of you, get out.” Lucas’s face twisted in rage. “Are you insane?! Do you even know who I am?” He jabbed a finger into his own chest. “I’m a VIP of Imperium Corp! You don’t have the authority to throw me out!” The senior manager didn’t even blink. “And yet, here we are.” Before Lucas could protest further, two burly security guards grabbed him by the arms. “Let go of me!” he shrieked, struggling against their grip. “You’re making a huge mistake! I’ll have your jobs for this—” Thud! Lucas hit the ground hard as the guards unceremoniously tossed him out the doors. His body landed with a graceless thump, the force rattling his teeth. Sophia gasped, rushing to his side. “Lucas!” From inside the building, a few spectators chuckled. Some even pulled out their phones to snap pictures. Lucas’s hands clenched into fists, his entire body shaking with humiliation. He had never—never—been treated like this in his life. His breath came out ragged. No, he wasn’t going to let this slide. Pulling out his phone with trembling fingers, he dialed his father. “Dad,” he seethed the moment the call connected. “I don’t care what you’re doing—use your connections and get me back into Imperium Corp right now.” His father’s hesitant response only infuriated him more. “I don’t care about the why! Call Mac Hilton! He’ll fix this.” Still feeling the sting of humiliation, Lucas hung up and immediately called Mac Hilton himself. The moment Mac picked up, Lucas launched into an angry tirade, demanding that he send someone to escort him back inside. Mac, though reluctant, knew Lucas was involved in an important deal today and agreed to handle it. Minutes later, a uniformed staff member approached the entrance, offering a polite bow. “Mr. Lucas, Mr. Hilton has requested your presence inside. Please follow me.” Lucas shot a smug look at Sophia. “See? I told you.” Dusting himself off, he strode back into the building, head held high as if he hadn’t just been thrown out on his butt. Meanwhile, Nathan had already entered Imperium Corp’s headquarters, completely unfazed by the chaos outside. The grand hall was abuzz with chatter as employees and executives discussed the anticipated arrival of the chairman and the powerful corporation set to partner with them. Nathan moved with an air of nonchalance, ignoring the whispered discussions swirling around him. “Wait a minute…” someone murmured nearby. “Isn’t that Sophia’s ex?” Heads turned. “That’s right!” another voice chimed in. “Didn’t she dump him for Lucas?” A few people snickered. “Damn, what’s he doing here? Looking for someone new to leech on?” “Maybe he’s hoping to beg his way into a job. Sophia really upgraded, huh? From a useless ex to a high-profile businessman like Lucas.” The mocking continued, the jeers slicing through the air like daggers. Yet Nathan remained utterly unbothered, his expression unreadable. Let them talk. Their words were about as significant as a gust of wind—fleeting and powerless. Just then, the grand doors swung open again, and in strode Lucas and Sophia, their presence immediately shifting the room’s energy. Lucas’s arrival was met with a wave of sycophantic enthusiasm. “Mr. Lucas! Welcome back.” “Ah, Lucas, you must be here to finalize the deal, right?” “With you here, I’m sure the collaboration will go smoothly.” The flattery poured in, thick and unrelenting. Lucas soaked it in like a sponge, his earlier humiliation already fading in the face of the attention. He cast a smug glance in Nathan’s direction before striding forward with exaggerated confidence. Nathan, however, remained exactly as he was—calm, indifferent. For now, he let them have their moment. Because soon enough, the real game would begin.
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Ch-170
The memory of Senna faded with the morning light, like mist burning off the cliffs of Ardent Cradle. Nathan stood for a long time at the edge of the vault, hands open, letting the silence settle into his skin. The Severance Protocol was complete. The unraveling had slowed. But not stopped.In the heart of the mountain stronghold, where six rings once hummed in distant synchrony, five figures now gathered around a slab of origin stone—unchiseled, untouched since before the Codex had been written.The chamber pulsed faintly. Not with power, but with intention.Miko arrived first, her eyes rimmed in pale gold, probability still flickering off her fingertips like static. Harper followed, silent as a shadow, her projected memory brushing the minds of those present in greeting. Nyx stood with one foot in reality and the other humming with digital decay, her eyes two cold blue points wired into half a hundred dead satellites.And the last: the Echochild.Nathan's half-brother.He said nothin
Ch-169
As the last threads of memory dissolved into stardust, the Astral plane began to settle, shimmering with the aftermath of the Severance Protocol. Harper’s breath slowed beside Nathan, her hand still faintly glowing from channeling the Rite. But time had not fully healed—and across the collapsing corridors of forgotten thought, a deeper fracture pulsed. The echo of Praelor’s dominion, buried but not broken, stirred in defiance. Nathan turned. His work was not done.---Nathan stepped through the silver breach, his coat whipping against the ripples of untime. The chamber he entered was both infinite and enclosed, walls bending around paradoxes—scrolls burning in reverse, ink flowing back into pens, relics whispering their own creation. At its center, Praelor waited.The proto-Sovereign stood tall, his body stitched together from archives of civilizations that never existed, eyes smoldering with stolen insight. “You dare walk into my sanctum,” he hissed, “with broken time hanging off you
Ch-168
The vision lingered long after the vault sealed behind Nathan.Even as he stepped into the windswept outer corridor of the Ardent Cradle, the world no longer held its shape. The stars had turned unfamiliar again—constellations writhing into spirals. Wind sang in reverse. Far below, valleys flickered between seasons, time stuttering like a failing engine.Harper met him halfway up the ridge path, her eyes wide and haunted. “The dreamworld’s unraveling. People are waking in wrong bodies. Entire cities are forgetting their names.”Nathan didn’t break stride. “We don’t have much time.”They spoke little as they moved. A shared rhythm between them had long since replaced the need for words. At the summit, they knelt side by side, not in prayer—but in preparation. Their bodies slowed, breath synced, minds unspooling like threads through layered thresholds.Their astral selves emerged beneath a shattered aurora sky.---The Astral Plane twisted like broken glass.Where once there had been cl
Ch-167
The sky no longer followed rules. Over Nova Point, sunlight refracted at strange angles, casting shadows that bent against their own grain. Clocks stuttered, skipped, and sometimes reversed. Birds flew in circles, then vanished mid-flight. The oceans swelled without wind. On the western coast, the stars flickered in broad daylight—entire constellations rearranging as though the heavens were remapping themselves by will alone. The End Convergence had begun. At the southern edge of the world, buried beneath the granite shelves of Ardent Cradle, Nathan descended into a chamber known only to the original Sovereign lineage. A vault with no key, no door, no defined space—only threshold and silence. The six rings hung around his neck in a tempered alloy chain, each nested in its dormant state. Power coiled beneath his skin like static. Dominion, Vision, Continuum, Flux, Sacrifice, Renewal—each represented a sliver of what had once been unity. And now, for the first time, he needed all o
Ch-166
The skies hadn’t healed since Cairo.The rift still hovered like a wound carved across the upper atmosphere, glowing faintly even by daylight. Nathan had barely slept in forty hours. His body ran on willpower, his mind tethered to too many coordinates—relief zones, kinetic shields, Sovereign Council reports.But it was Miko who hadn’t spoken since touching the corrupted fragment near the Sinai fissure.She sat on a bench just outside the rebel command bunker, hood drawn over her eyes, hands clenched tightly in her lap. The ring of Vision, once a warm pressure along her skin, now felt… absent. No glow. No whisper of potential futures. No shift in probability. Just silence.Nathan approached quietly, stopping when she didn’t look up.“You feel it too?” she asked.He didn’t pretend. “Like a missing limb.”Miko finally looked at him. Her eyes weren’t dull—they were too sharp, if anything. Raw. Exposed. “I touched something I shouldn’t have. It didn’t just take my sight—it stripped my anch
Ch-165
The ink hadn’t yet dried on the declaration of war.Nathan stood in the central chamber of the Nova Point sanctuary, palms braced against a schematic sprawled across the long obsidian table. The air was thick with the scent of old ozone and fresher arguments. The hologram above the table spun slowly—an image of the Ring fragments glowing like stars orbiting a storm.Harper stood beside him, silent but alert. Her voice had returned, but not entirely hers. The words she spoke now echoed faintly, like memory echoing down a canyon. Even Nathan, who could read storms in a person’s silence, didn’t fully know what price she’d paid for that partial return.“There's a way,” Nathan finally said. “To sever a fragment without killing the bearer.”The others looked up.“But?” Miko asked.Nathan tapped the schematic. “It requires a sacrifice. One of us would have to willingly part with their ring. Entirely. Permanently.”Silence spread like frost. Even the monk, usually unreadable, stiffened.Harpe
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