Chapter 208
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-28 00:00:30

Winterdeep stood under a wide, blue sky. For the first time in years, no strange codes flickered in the air.

No cold voices from machines echoed across the city. There was only sunlight, birdsong, and the sound of children laughing in the plaza.

The silence that had ruled for so long was finally broken. Life had returned. At the center of the city, high above the people, stood Oliver.

He was on the ruins of the old Shrine—the same place where the system once controlled minds with sound. Now, the people looked up at him with hope.

Voices rose from the crowd below. Some cried. Some sang. All felt something they hadn’t in years: freedom.

“We have our voices back,” someone shouted.

That one sentence spread quickly. Others repeated it. Soon, it became a chant across the plaza.

Oliver looked down, his eyes shining. In front of him floated the Apocalypse Blade. It no longer felt heavy with destruction.

It glowed softly now, like it carried a new purpose. People saw it and knew—this was t
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