Chapter 132
Author: GRACE
last update2026-06-05 23:36:27

The training arena of the Pit had changed again. It was no longer a flat circle of stone. Drogo Payne had spent the last three hours reshaping it.

He had used his Earth Rot to carve deep trenches and his Gravity Manipulation to lift massive pillars of Abyssal Granite into the air.

The arena was now a "Gauntlet." It was a three-hundred-yard path of pure terror.

Drogo stood at the finish line. He was ten feet of absolute, light-eating blackness. His obsidian skin was cold, and his silver-marbled
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    The Pit was no longer just a place to hide. It was a place to plan. The air in the main hall was cold and heavy. The violet light from the Abyssal Torches made the shadows look like they were dancing. Drogo Payne stood in the center of the training arena. He was ten feet of polished black stone. His silver-marbled skin glowed with a slow, steady light. He looked like a king, but he felt like a machine.Inside his mind, the thirteen tethers were strong. He could feel the hearts of the thirteen Shadow-Walkers. He could feel their hunger. He could feel their focus."The training of the body is done," Drogo said. His voice was a deep, vibrating chime that filled the cavern."The training of the mind is done. Now, we must learn to be a weapon."Drogo looked at the thirteen children. They stood in a perfect line, their charcoal skin reflecting the violet light. They were no longer just a group of orphans. They were his legion."A hand has five fingers," Drogo said, raising his massive blac

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  • Chapter 136

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    The air in the Bone-Yard was usually cold, but tonight it felt electric. Vesper and Pip had returned from the sewers. They had killed a Master of the Academy. They had turned a man into dust and washed him away with the sludge. They were not sad. They were not shaking. They were glowing.In the Shadow-Barracks, the other eleven children gathered around Vesper and Pip. The room was lit by a single Abyssal Torch, casting long, flickering shadows against the iron walls.Vesper stood in the center. her white hair was floating wildly, as if there was a wind in the room that no one else could feel. Her silver eyes were not calm. They were pulsing with a bright, aggressive violet light."He was so slow," Vesper whispered. Her voice was high and fast. "He tried to use a fire-shield. I just walked through it. It felt like... like warm rain. And then I touched him."She looked at her hand. Small sparks of black electricity jumped between her fingers."When his magic entered me, I felt like I c

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    The Pit was a world of perfect, heavy silence. It was not the silence of an empty room. It was the silence of a deep forest before a storm. It was the silence of a predator waiting in the tall grass.Drogo Payne sat on his throne of compressed earth. He was ten feet of polished obsidian, his silver-marbled skin glowing with a very dim, steady violet light. He was not moving. He was not even breathing. He was simply existing as the center of a giant, invisible web.Inside his mind, the thirteen tethers were humming. He could feel the Shadow-Walkers. They were scattered throughout the fortress, practicing the lessons he had carved into their souls."The training is almost finished," Drogo whispered. His voice was a low vibration that didn't even disturb the dust on the floor. "Now, we must learn to move as one."Drogo stood up and walked out of the Inner Sanctum. He led the thirteen children to the "North Junction." This was a massive room where the new tunnels of the Pit met the ancie

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