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The first light of dawn broke through the faint cracks of the watchtower’s ruined ceiling. A dim orange glow stretched over the dusty floor, painting shadows across the walls that still bore signs of an ancient battle — scorch marks, claw rakes, and dried black stains that told too many stories.

William slowly opened his eyes.

For a moment, he didn’t move. He lay still, staring at the ceiling, his mind quiet yet heavy. The silence of this world was different. It wasn’t peaceful — it was hollow. The kind of silence that followed destruction, where even the wind seemed afraid to make a sound.

He sat up, stretching slightly. His body ached a bit from the fight the previous day, but the pain was faint — his regeneration had already done its job. His gaze shifted to the corner of the room.

Lila was there.

She sat cross-legged beside the window, her rifle resting on her lap, her face calm but unreadable. The faint light hit her hair, giving it a silver glow that danced in the quiet air.

“Yo

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A strange silence swept across the ruins of Nareth. It was the kind of silence that came before a storm, the kind that made even the air hold its breath. William stood amid the devastation, gripping his blade tightly. The glowing ash that once drifted gently through the air had stopped moving altogether. Even the faint embers on the ruined walls flickered out one by one, leaving behind a thick, heavy stillness. Then, it began again. A deep hum reverberated through the ground, slow at first—then faster. The rift above pulsed once, twice, then exploded open like a torn wound in the sky. From within the dark swirl of crimson and black, hundreds of glowing eyes appeared. They blinked in eerie synchronization, staring down at William and his allies. Lucian stepped back instinctively. “No… no, this isn’t possible. We killed the Lord!” “We did,” William said, his voice low. “But this—this is
LS: 128
The impact of their clash tore through the heavens.A shockwave blasted outward, flattening entire streets and sending flaming debris raining across the ruined city. For a moment, even sound seemed to vanish—then came the roar.A thunderous, world-splitting roar.William was hurled backward, his body slamming through the side of a fallen tower. He rolled across the broken ground, coughing out blood. His hands trembled as he steadied his sword, eyes locked on the massive silhouette that now stood before him.The Lord of the Rift had fully emerged.The creature’s body was made of pure shadow and fire, yet its outline held shape—a humanoid form easily over a hundred meters tall. Black chains hung from its limbs, burning and clattering with every movement. The ground beneath it melted into a red, glowing pit, like the earth itself was terrified to hold its weight.“...So, you’re the one pulling their strings,” William muttered, dragging h
LS: 127
The night sky above Aerth’s battered city was red, painted by the glow of countless fires that devoured homes and towers alike. Smoke coiled upward, thick and poisonous, while the streets below echoed with cries of fear and the roars of beasts that did not belong in this world.William stood on the roof of a half-destroyed clocktower, his coat torn and blood-soaked, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the chaos below. The city of Nareth—the stronghold he and his new allies had struggled to protect—was now a playground for demons.His jaw tightened. “They came faster than expected,” he muttered.Beside him, Juno reloaded her rifle with trembling hands. “They’ve breached the north gate already. The barricades won’t hold.”“Then we fight here,” William said simply, drawing his sword. The blade hummed faintly, coated in silver runes that burned whenever a demon approached.A sudden screech cut through the wind. From the clouds above, a massive winge
LS: 126
The morning sun filtered through the hotel curtains, laying a warm glow across the room. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, William lay still. No roars, no smoke, no blood. Only silence.He turned his head slowly, staring at the white ceiling. The memories of Aerth still flashed behind his eyes—the screams, the fire, the endless fog. The faces of Kale, Serah, and the others who had fought beside him still lingered in his thoughts. He took a deep breath and sat up, running a hand through his hair.“Another world saved,” he muttered softly, his voice steady but tired. “Another set of people gone.”The sound of city life outside reminded him he was back in his own world—horns honking, people laughing, the faint music from a nearby café. Normalcy. Something he hadn’t felt in weeks.He stood and walked to the window, pulling the curtain aside. The streets below were bustling with life. People walked freely, unaware of the battles he had fought to keep such peace possible.Wi
LS: 125
The battlefield stretched endlessly beneath a sky choked with black smoke and blood-red clouds. Aerth’s mountains had become jagged silhouettes against the horizon, their peaks fractured from the constant assaults of demons and the devastation of relentless combat. Flames licked the edges of ruined cities far below, while from above, shadowy wings cut through the dense air, screaming with fury.William’s eyes glowed like molten gold. His armor of flames flickered violently, casting dancing shadows across the battlefield. Every step he took left scorched footprints, and every swing of his sword released arcs of incandescent fire that turned demons into ash midair.Mordrath stood opposite him, impossibly tall and imposing, his bone-black spear catching the dim light with lethal precision. His crimson eyes were unwavering, filled with ancient hatred and cold intelligence. “You cannot hope to stop me,” he said, his voice echoing like thunder across the valley. “I am th
LS: 124
The sun dipped behind the ruined skyline of Aerth, casting a crimson glow across the battlefield. The distant sound of horns echoed like a call to arms, while smoke rolled from the direction of the northern outpost — the same place William and his group had set up camp two nights ago. The moment the first explosion erupted, William’s senses sharpened. His system’s interface flashed briefly in his mind, but he ignored it, already sprinting through the streets. Behind him, the clatter of armored boots followed — Kale, the warrior with crimson tattoos glowing faintly under the twilight, and Serah, the white-haired mage whose staff was already pulsating with light. “William!” Serah shouted, catching up. “The outpost is burning! The scouts say the demons came from underground — they tunneled through!” William didn’t answer. His eyes narrowed as they reached the northern ridge. From afar, the camp had turned into a warzone — flames, screams, and broken bodies scattered everywhere. The

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