2025-06-07 01:49:28Chapter 95 – The Fractured Crucible of the Starborn Flame
With each deliberate footfall, Elias Holloway advanced through the blinding radiance that threatened to erase even the memory of shadow. Around him surged a light too immense to comprehend—like plunging headfirst into the very heart of a newborn star forged by a Celestial Being’s hand. Yet despite the brilliance, Elias’s arcane instincts whispered the truth: he was nearing the GodForge, the crucible said to be hewn from divine flame and world-song. Mana confirmed it. Not merely Fire mana. No—this was a convergence of all the elemental strains that danced across the spectrum of reality. Water, Earth, Air, Poison, Lightning, Darkness, and Light—each elemental chorus sang in symphony within the pyre, swirling in impossible harmony. Where logic dictated chaos—where clashing elements should’ve annihilated one another—the flames of the GodForge defied reason. The elemental essences wove
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Chapter 96: The Pact of Flame and Forge
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