Chapter 297
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Miko woke to the sound of his team fighting.

Not winning. Just fighting. Desperately. Trying everything to break the hand around his throat.

Garcia's blade hit again. And again. Each strike precise. Perfect technique. Useless.

Blaze's spear thrust for joints. For vulnerable points that should exist. Found nothing.

Liam was using wind to try to pry the fingers loose. The air howled. The fingers didn't budge.

Akiya's fire washed over the arm. Temperature hot enough to melt steel. The skin di
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    "Every word it spoke with my mouth. Every time it hurt you. Every bone it broke in this body—I FELT IT ALL. And I couldn't stop it. Couldn't even blink my own eyes." His voice cracked. "I watched it try to kill you through my own hands. Do you understand what that does to a person?"Miko's throat tightened. "I—""Everything the possession said about the gods? It wasn't lying. It was worse than lying—it was the truth." His father's voice grew bitter. Angry. "The gods broke hell's door during some ancient war I still don't fully understand. Not a crack. They SHATTERED it. And when they realized what they'd done, they panicked like children who broke their parents' favorite vase."He looked at the collapsed mountain. "So they created the Abyss. Not a solution. A BANDAID. A prison to throw the demons in and forget about.""They slaughtered every demon. Methodically. Thousands of them. And all that death energy? It didn't just disappear. It BIRTHED something new. The Enas. The entities. Th

  • Chapter 300

    The possessed body came at Miko with everything.No defense. No preservation. Just pure offense. The corruption flooded through his father's body without restraint. Muscles tearing from the strain. Bones cracking under the pressure. The body breaking down in real time.But it was faster now. Stronger. Deadlier.Miko barely blocked the first hit. The impact shattered his forearm. He stumbled back. The mole still clutched in his broken hand. Pulsing. Writhing.The thing didn't stop. Came again. Fist like a hammer. Miko dodged. The blow cratered the ground where he'd stood."Destroy it!" His father's voice. Barely audible. Fighting through the possession. "Miko... destroy... the anchor..."The possessed body's hand shot out. Grabbed for the mole. Trying to take it back. Trying to reattach it.Miko twisted away. Used his body as shield. Kept the mole protected.But he couldn't fight and hold it at the same time. Couldn't attack while protecting his father's only chance at freedom.The thi

  • Chapter 299

    Miko was losing.Every hit he landed meant nothing. Every strike the thing countered broke something inside him. Ribs. Bones. Spirit.The ash around him was fading. Running out. He'd pushed too hard. Burned through the power too fast.The thing wearing his father's face grabbed him by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. Squeezed.But as Miko's vision started to blur, he saw something.His father's hand. The one choking him. It was shaking. Not from effort. From strain. The fingers trembled even as they crushed his windpipe.And the skin. It was wrong. Cracked. Like old leather stretched too thin. Black veins visible beneath the surface. Spreading. Growing.Miko's eyes tracked up the arm. More cracks. More black veins. The corruption wasn't just controlling his father's body.It was destroying it."You see it now, don't you?" The multi-layered voice had an edge to it. Stress. "This vessel. It's failing. Worn out from years of service. But it has just enough left. Enough to end you.

  • Chapter 298

    The twilight zone fell silent.Larok stood alone in the clearing. The giant axe in his hand caught what little light existed. Made it darker somehow. Like the metal drank illumination instead of reflecting it.The Trinide spread out. Flanking positions. The woman in front. The two males on either side. A formation they'd used for centuries. Against heroes. Against warriors. Against everyone who'd ever challenged them.None of those challengers had survived."Last chance, old man," the woman said. Her voice had lost its mocking edge. Replaced with something harder. More careful. "Walk away. Let us have the boy. You can live.""No," Larok said simply. "I can't.""Then you die.""We'll see."They moved.All three at once. Coordinated. Practiced. Perfect synchronization born from fighting together for longer than most civilizations had existed.The woman went high. Hands elongating into curved blades. Aiming for Larok's throat.The first male went low. His fingers sharpening into spikes.

  • Chapter 297

    Miko woke to the sound of his team fighting. Not winning. Just fighting. Desperately. Trying everything to break the hand around his throat. Garcia's blade hit again. And again. Each strike precise. Perfect technique. Useless. Blaze's spear thrust for joints. For vulnerable points that should exist. Found nothing. Liam was using wind to try to pry the fingers loose. The air howled. The fingers didn't budge. Akiya's fire washed over the arm. Temperature hot enough to melt steel. The skin didn't even redden. Anna was crying. Pouring healing magic into Miko. Trying to keep him alive while being strangled. It was working. Barely. Just enough to keep him conscious. The thing wearing his father smiled at their efforts. "Impressive. Your determination. Your loyalty. Your teamwork." The multi-layered voice was almost gentle. "It won't matter. But impressive nonetheless." "Let him go!" Garcia screamed. She was hitting the arm with her sword's pommel now. Her blade had notched from repe

  • Chapter 296

    The walls were carved with symbols that hurt to read. The ceiling was lost in darkness. And in the center— A pillar. Not stone. Not metal. Something between. Pulsing with that same wrong-blue light. And chained to it was a man. Miko's father. He looked the same. Older maybe. Thinner. But the same face Miko remembered. The same features. The same— No. Not the same. Something was wrong. The way he hung there. Lifeless. Like a puppet with cut strings. "Dad," Miko breathed. He ran forward. Didn't think. Just moved. He reached the pillar. Reached for his father. Tried to pull him away from the chains. His father's eyes snapped open. Black. Completely black. Like the Trinide. And his hand shot out. Grabbed Miko's throat. Squeezed. Miko couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. His father's grip was like iron. Impossibly strong. The man's mouth opened. When he spoke, the voice was his father's. But wrong. Layered. Like multiple voices speaking at once. "Welcome, my son," the thing wear

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