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Chapter 149. Three Strangers, No Past.
Kirin sat on the edge of a low cot in a dimly lit room, bare except for a folded blanket and a bowl of fruit he hadn’t touched. He didn’t trust food that wasn’t rotten or forced into his hands. Not yet.The walls of the room were smooth stone, but not oppressive like the cell walls he’d lived in for years. This place was different, quiet, maybe even peaceful but Kirin didn’t feel safe. Not really.It was too quiet.The Hollow Gate was what they called this place. A sanctuary for Transfers, Vael had explained. People like him who had been torn from one world and placed into another. With no history, no record. Just skill, power, and potential.Kirin turned over the word in his mind. Transfer. It didn’t feel like a gift. It felt like repackaged slavery. A new cage, just with prettier walls.He hadn’t spoken much to the others yet. Shen the boy was quiet, too quiet. He moved like someone who had been watching and waiting his whole life. His eyes rarely blinked, and he hadn’t flinched onc
Chapter 148. Welcome to the Hollow Gate.
The landing still rang in Kirin’s bones, the way his feet slammed against solid rock, the way the air bent with colours his eyes weren’t built to see. That this wasn’t the underworld.It was... too alive.Above him stretched a sky split in half, which held an odd harmony that felt like the sky itself was subject to the will of humans. The horizon curved unnaturally, like the entire world was built atop a ring. Islands floated freely in the distance, some chained together with glowing roots, others suspended by sheer will. Creatures soared between them, birds made of cloud stuff, serpents longer than buildings wrapped around buildings, with glowing eyes like stars. The very air shimmered with power.The man from the mist was waiting for them, unbothered by the chaos around him. His dark robes fluttered slightly, despite the lack of wind. His hands were clasped behind his back. His voice, when he spoke, came smooth and practised, like this wasn’t the first time he’d delivered this speec
Chapter 147. Through the Rift.
Kirin felt the moment the portal swallowed him.There was no warning, no time to brace, one heartbeat he was standing in the ashen plains of the underworld, and the next, it was like the air had been ripped from his lungs. The fall wasn’t physical but it was everything else. There was silence, more than enough light than he cared for, and an unusual pressure. Every nerve in his body screamed as if he were being squeezed through a crack in reality. His ears rang, not from imbalance.Then it ended.He crashed, shoulder first, into solid stone.Kirin groaned and pushed himself up. Dust all over his palms, his entire body ached like he’d just fought a demon horde and lost. He blinked against the dizzying light. The ground beneath him wasn’t normal, it was cracked, uneven, and floating.... Literally floating. Huge chunks of land drifted lazily across an open sky filled with swirling colours, unfamiliar moons, and what looked like rivers of starlight.“What… is this place?” he muttered, he
Chapter 146. Rebellion Has a Name.
The sound of iron snapping echoed like a gunshot through the dead, suffocating silence of the cell block.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even dramatic. But it was final.Kirin stood in the dim light of his cell, staring at the crumpled lock he had just broken. The chains that had bound his door for what felt like a lifetime now hung limp, useless, irrelevant. He didn’t move at first. Just stood there, breathing in the freedom like it was air after drowning.Then, he stepped out.One foot into the corridor, and the world shifted. Not just for him, but for everyone who saw him.Around him, silence.Cells on both sides. Dozens of faces, some gaunt and ghostly, others already half gone in madness. Prisoners stared at him like he was a hallucination. A myth walking. No one said anything. No one even dared breathe. They had watched this boy for months, maybe years, it was hard to tell down here. He was the quiet one. The one who didn’t scream. The one who tapped. The one who survived.And now… t
Chapter 145. The Boy Who Waited.
Kirin had learned how to listen better than he ever spoke. When you’ve been caged in silence for long enough, your ears grow hungry for meaning. They chase after patterns in footsteps, tremors in the stone, and flickers in torches like they’re gospel. So when the silence in his cell shifted, only slightly, he noticed.The air wasn’t buzzing. Not like before. It used to feel like a string pulled taut between his neck and spine, ever since the day the demon jailers branded him. That same day they locked the black collar around his neck, a cursed loop of seared steel meant to keep him docile, broken, and forgotten.But now?Now it felt different.He sat still on the edge of his stone bed, the rough fabric of his prison tunic hanging loosely on his gaunt frame. The cold hadn’t left, but it felt… quieter. Less sharp.He reached a hand behind him, pressing his fingers to the base of his neck, right where the branding should’ve been. The skin was smooth.No burn.No scar.He froze. That was
Chapter 144. When the Flame Returns.
Even in a place like this,where hope was as extinct as mercy, where the air tasted like ash and rotted breath Kirin knew how to notice a shift in the atmosphere. And today, everything felt wrong. Or maybe, finally, it was starting to feel right.It began with the smallest flicker. A scent, sharp and acrid, slicing through the damp staleness of the underground cells. Kirin knew that scent better than anything. Smoke. Real fire. Real chaos.Then came the screaming.It echoed from somewhere far maybe five blocks over, maybe twenty but it was impossible to tell in this labyrinth. But it was real, and it wasn't human. Demons don’t scream like men. Their howls clawed through the stone halls like broken violins scraped across bone.Kirin sat up instantly, still hunched under the dim light in his cell. His hand reached beneath his prison rags, brushing the hilt of the blade given to him nights ago by the nameless demon. Cold, steady. Still there. Still waiting.He didn’t do this. That much he
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