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Chapter 010 – The Steel Door
The heavy steel door slammed shut behind Zarek. The loud, metal sound broke the silence like a scream trapped in iron, echoing down the dark, narrow halls underground. This wasn’t just a door closing—it felt like his fate was being sealed. The air smelled of rust and old wet stone, the kind of smell that clings to your skin and reminds you of death. Zarek didn’t move. He leaned against the freezing concrete wall, the cold sinking into his bones like something alive, slowly eating at him. He breathed through clenched teeth, each breath tasting of mold, metal, and something sharp and strange—a scent he feared without knowing why. Even in the darkness, small flames danced around his knuckles. They gave off no warmth and brought no comfort. They flickered silently, like they were feeding on old memories, refusing to disappear—just like the past he couldn’t forget.The visions came back, as they always did—unwanted and cruel. He saw the villagers again. Their faces were frozen, lifeless an
Chapter 009 – Frozen Souls
Zarek's boots clattered against the icy steel floor, each step echoing crisply in the cold deadness of the interminable corridor. The air was artificially cooled, nipping at his flesh under the frayed leather of his jacket. In front of him, the silent escort glided with mechanical movement—no words, no hesitation—only a shadow moving through the narrow, seemingly endless tunnel. The walls were covered with strips of cold metal paneling, so highly polished that they cast shadows of faint glimmers from the sickly blue light throbbing in the narrow crevices between floor tiles. Not light, but a rhythmic, soft pulse, such as the slow, deliberate breathing of some sleeping creature deep within the earth.Runic symbols glowed with a faint sheen along the walls—age-old markings etched into metal, pulsating with an inner hum. They curled and sinuated, thinly glowing with a magical energy that seemed both foreign and treacherous. Zarek couldn't decipher them, but the thrumming beneath his fee
Chapter 008 – The White Room
The walls were too white. A surgical, oppressive white that hurt the eyes if you stared too long. They gave no comfort, no warmth, no imperfection to rest the gaze. And the silence — not peaceful, but clinical — was loud in its absence of life. Not a whisper, not a creak. Just the low thrum of unseen machines humming beneath the obsidian floors.Zarek Vonn stood at the heart of a subterranean vault buried miles beneath the volcanic ridges of Vhal Tarren — far from the rotting timber of his childhood home, far from the tangled roots of the Sylmara forest where magic still breathed wild and unbound. Down here, the magic felt different. Thin. Cold. Stripped of soul and bound to machines.He shifted his weight slightly, boots scuffing across a floor like black glass, where pale runes pulsed dimly beneath the surface. They blinked in arrhythmic patterns, like the heartbeat of something not quite alive.Then came the voice. “Sixty million daren.”It didn’t echo — it sliced. Every syllable i
Chapter 007 – They Came for Blood
Zarek hadn’t slept, not even for a moment.The straw mattress beneath him felt like packed stone, the rough blanket more a shroud than a comfort. He stared at the splintered ceiling of his small room, eyes dry and burning. Every breath rattled in his ribs, every movement sent aches pulsing through his muscles like echoes of yesterday’s war. It hadn’t been a war, not officially. Just a street fight, a confrontation, a defense. But for Zarek, it had been a battlefield—of fists, of stone, of something deeper. Earth had risen to his command, bones had cracked beneath the force of his will, and when the dust settled, the world no longer felt the same.The sky outside his window was heavy with slate-gray clouds, as if the morning itself was reluctant to rise. Lowhollow murmured in the distance—doors creaking open, hooves clopping on wet cobblestone, vendors barking half-hearted greetings in the marketplace.But beneath the normalcy, there was tension. He could feel it.“Zarek Vonn used ear
Chapter 006 – You Have Magic?
It began just after noon — a knock, but not the kind one answered.BANG. BANG. BANG.Each strike landed like a war drum on the thin wooden door, echoing through the cottage and rattling the bones of the place. Dust spilled from the rafters in lazy streams, stirred by the tremble of the brittle beams overhead. The crooked table — barely held together by rusted nails and desperation — gave a groan, its legs shifting with the tension coiling in the room.Zarek sat in the far corner, half-shadowed, his bowl of stew untouched and congealed, a silver film crusted over the broth. His spoon slipped from his fingers and clinked against the bowl’s rim with a brittle, accusing sound.Outside, gravel crunched under boots. Low voices muttered — casual, amused, ugly men who came often, and never alone.Joren Vonn flinched.The old man was halfway to rising, his hands gripping the table so hard the knuckles turned pale, almost translucent. His face — creased by sun and sorrow — was ashen. He looked
Chapter 005 – Aven’s Warning
At dawn, Arcvale Academy slept. The towers, carved from pale stone and etched with ancient runes, stood shrouded in mist like monuments to forgotten gods. Soft light filtered through crystalline windows, catching on dust motes drifting silently through the grand halls. Elemental wards hummed faintly in the background — unseen but omnipresent — pulsing with layered enchantments to protect the academy from intrusions both magical and mundane.But beyond the wards… in the untamed wildwood where Arcvale’s control began to fade… the earth stirred — slowly, unevenly, like a creature still learning to breathe.A tremor rolled through the roots and moss, more uncertain than violent. And at the center of that fragile disturbance stood Zarek Vonn — barefoot, breathless, and shaking — locked in a clumsy struggle not against an enemy, but against his own weakness. His heel dug into the soil with effort, knees wobbling as he braced himself. He let out a grunt, not of power — but frustration.A sm
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