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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Six
Oliver’s mind was hazy, like he had just woken up from a dream but couldn’t remember where he was. Everything around him was slipping away, fading like mist in the wind. He tried to focus, tried to understand, but his thoughts were slow, like they were stuck in thick mud. He felt strange. His body was there, but at the same time, it wasn’t. His arms, his legs—they didn’t feel like his own. It was as if he was floating outside of himself, just watching. But something was wrong. His ears still rang from the last battle. He could hear echoes in his bones—the clash of steel, the roar of power, the moment everything had gone dark. He had fought the Warden. He had given everything he had. But now… there was nothing. No battlefield. No stone walls. No air. Just empty space. Then— A force. It came from nowhere. A sudden pull, strong and violent. It yanked him downward, faster than anything he had ever felt before. His stomach twisted, and his body spun wildly, but there was noth
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Seven
Oliver’s vision went white.For a moment, there was nothing—no sound, no air, no sense of time. Just pure, blinding light swallowing the world. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light cracked apart, shattering like glass. The battlefield slammed back into existence.And Oliver was falling.His stomach lurched as he plunged through the air. Wind roared past his ears, the force pressing against his body. He caught glimpses of the battlefield below—jagged cliffs, glowing rivers of molten gold, ancient ruins half-sunken into the void.Then—A Warden. Right above him.Its golden eyes burned like miniature suns. Its blade gleamed, raised high, a storm of divine energy gathering around it.Oliver twisted mid-air, his instincts screaming.The sword came down in a streak of light.He barely moved in time. The edge of the blade grazed his arm, searing pain ripping through his body. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from screaming as the heat spread like wildfire.He hit the ground hard,
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Eight
The explosion swallowed them whole.Heat scorched the air, turning it into a suffocating storm of fire. The ground beneath them trembled, cracked, and fell apart. Red-hot rivers of molten rock surged like wild beasts, swallowing the ruins into their fiery depths. For one single moment, everything was still. No sound, no motion—only Oliver and the Third Warden, trapped in that last instant before the world shattered.Then, the silence broke.A deafening roar burst through the battlefield. The force of the explosion sent Oliver flying backward, his body slamming into the cracked stone ground. Pain shot through him like lightning, his bones aching, his muscles screaming. His breath came in ragged gasps, each one burning his throat. Blood dripped from his lips, warm and thick, staining the broken earth beneath him. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey.Through the haze of pain and smoke, Oliver saw it.The Third Warden was still standing.Its once-glorious golden armor was cra
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Fifty-Nine
Oliver’s body twisted as something cold and dark wrapped around him. A tendril, black as the deepest night, sank into his chest. It did not pierce like a sword, nor burn like fire, but pulled. It reached into him, deeper than flesh, deeper than bone, deeper than soul. He gasped, his breath coming out in ragged bursts of golden mist. His entire form flickered, the brilliant light that once shone from him now dimming under the crushing weight of the void.A voice slithered through his mind, slow and ancient. It did not shout. It did not growl. It simply was.“You are still afraid.”The Abyssal Watcher did not speak with lips. It did not move closer. It did not need to. The voice came from everywhere, from nowhere, from within his own thoughts. It was calm, patient, and unshakable.Oliver clenched his fists. He would not let this happen. He refused to be swallowed.A surge of light flared from deep within him. Celestial energy crackled across his skin like tiny lightning bolts. The abys
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty
Oliver was falling.At first, he did not know what was happening. He only knew that there was nothing. No ground, no sky, no wind, no air to breathe. It was not just darkness. It was worse. The blackness was alive. It moved around him, swallowing everything, stretching on forever. There was no sound, no smell, no feeling. Just emptiness. A terrible, endless nothing.He reached out, but his fingers touched nothing. He tried to scream, but no voice came out. He could not even hear himself breathing. Was he even breathing? He could not tell. He was floating—no, he was sinking, or maybe rising. There was no way to know. The blackness did not change. It did not shift or ripple. It was still. It was waiting.Then, something changed.It was small at first. A strange feeling, like something was pulling at him, tugging at his skin. He looked down—or at least, he tried to. But he had no body. No hands, no legs, no chest. He was not just lost. He was disappearing.The pulling grew stronger. He f
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-One
Oliver gasped and opened his eyes.For a moment, he did not understand where he was. Everything around him was strange—too sharp, too clear, too real. He was lying on something hard and cold. It was not just any cold, but a deep chill that seemed to sink into his skin, into his bones. He could feel the roughness of the surface beneath him, every tiny crack, every uneven part of the stone pressing against his back. He could hear things too—things that no human should be able to hear. The faint sound of wind moving through a distant place, the soft crackling of unseen energy in the air, and even heartbeats—many of them—some close, some so far away they should have been impossible to notice.And yet, he heard them all.Something was wrong.His own heartbeat was missing.No. It was not gone. It was different. It was slower, quieter—no longer the steady rhythm of a living man, but something else entirely.He sat up quickly, breathing in deep, though he somehow knew he did not need to brea
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Two
Oliver’s body moved before his mind could even think. His instincts screamed at him to get away, to put distance between himself and the horror rising before him. He threw himself backward, landing hard on the cracked earth, his hands bursting into golden flames. His breathing was fast and sharp, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Every muscle in his body was tight, ready for battle. His senses stretched beyond normal human limits, taking in every shift in the air, every movement around him. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing now.The monstrous void entity crawled up from the abyss, and the battlefield seemed to shrink under its presence. Its body was not like any creature Oliver had ever seen before. It was not made of flesh or bone. It was not even made of darkness. It was something worse—something that should not exist. It was hunger. It was emptiness given shape. It was the void itself, alive and breathing.The air twisted around it, bending
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Three
The world was nothing but light and shadow, flickering in and out like a candle struggling against the wind.Oliver’s eyes opened slowly. His head felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow, like they were swimming through thick water. He tried to take a breath, but something felt strange. It was as if the air around him wasn’t real, as if he wasn’t real.Then, he noticed it.He was not standing on solid ground. He was falling.A gasp caught in his throat. His arms flailed as he tried to find something—anything—to hold onto, but there was nothing. Only the endless void stretched out in all directions. There was no sky above, no earth below, only an emptiness darker than the deepest night. And in that emptiness, there was silence—an overwhelming silence that pressed against him like a heavy weight.He should have been dead.The last thing he remembered was fire—his own golden flames wrapping around him as he stood on the battlefield, facing impossible odds. He remembered the screams, the c
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The morning broke cold and gray. Mist coiled low over the ruined valley where they had camped for the night. The shattered bones of an ancient city stretched around them — cracked marble pillars like the ribs of some long-dead beast. Somewhere far off, a river whispered against rocks, and the iron scent of wet stone filled the air.Sasha tightened her cloak and stirred the dying fire with a stick. She could barely feel her fingers. Across from her, Ethan sat sharpening his blade, his movements slow and precise. Mark rummaged through his pack, grumbling under his breath about missing socks.There were too many goodbyes waiting in the mist today.Caster rose and stretched, his leather coat damp with dew. "It’s time," he said, voice low.Everyone gathered, wordless, forming a loose circle around the cold fire. Their faces were pale and serious, their eyes heavy with the weight of what was to come.The group would split here.Some would go north into the Waking Crypts, deep beneath the ol
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Six
The ground under Oliver’s boots was strange. It wasn’t hard like stone anymore. It felt soft, like walking on an old sponge. It moved a little when he stepped, almost like it was breathing.Oliver’s heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he could barely hear anything else. His hands were shaking, but he kept walking. He knew he couldn’t stop, no matter how scared he was.Ahead of him, Ailith walked slowly. Her long silver hair shone faintly in the dark, making strange, thin shadows stretch out on the walls. The light around her wasn’t bright, but it was enough for Oliver to see the path.Behind him, Seren followed. Seren didn’t make a sound. It was like he was a ghost, barely touching the ground.As they walked deeper, the air grew colder. The whispers around them became louder too. At first, the whispers had sounded like random words, a hundred different voices talking at once. But now, Oliver was beginning to understand something. The voices weren’t just random. They were saying nam
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Five
The mist was thick, clinging to Oliver’s skin like wet cobwebs. It wrapped around his arms and legs as if trying to hold him back. Each step he took felt harder than the last. His boots squished in the muddy ground, making soft, wet noises. His coat was heavy with rain, sticking to his body and making him shiver.Beside him, Ailith moved quietly. She barely made a sound, slipping through the mist like a shadow. Her silver hair floated behind her, catching what little light there was.Neither of them said a word for a long time. Only the sound of their footsteps and the rain filled the air. The ruins they left behind grew smaller and smaller, swallowed up by the mist.Oliver stared ahead, trying to see through the thick white fog. His heart was heavy in his chest. His mind was still full of the things they had seen inside the ruins—the mirror, the terrible truths, the faces he wanted to forget but couldn’t.Then, something changed.At first, it was only a soft humming sound. It was low
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Four
The rain came hard the next morning, cold like sharp knives against Oliver’s skin. It was not a gentle rain—it was angry and wild, soaking through his thick brown coat in just a few minutes. The water dripped from his hair and trickled down his neck, making him shiver. He pulled the collar of his coat up as high as it would go and lowered his head against the wind. His boots slipped and slid in the mud as he walked forward on the broken road. His fingers were numb from the cold.Winterfell’s crumbling outskirts stretched out around him. The houses here were half-fallen, their roofs caved in, their walls leaning like tired old men. Weeds and vines twisted up through the cracks. The sky above was heavy and gray, almost pressing down on him.Each step felt harder than the last. Oliver’s legs ached, and the cold seeped deep into his bones. Still, he kept walking. He had to.Ahead, standing under the broken arch of what had once been a grand cathedral gate, was Ailith. She looked like a s
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Three
Oliver awoke with a start, gasping for air as if he'd just surfaced from a deep ocean. His sheets were tangled around his body, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The room was dim, the early light barely filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows that made the walls feel alive.He blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with reality. For a moment, everything seemed normal—safe. But something felt off. His heart beat harder, faster, like it had just been jolted awake too.“What... was that dream?” He wondered. It was more than a dream, though. It felt like a memory, a vision, something ancient and terrifying. He remembered the dark presence of Illyr-Kai, his mocking laughter, the weight of the world crashing down on him. Hhe could still hear the hunger. It whispered to him even now.You will serve me, it said. You will feed me.Oliver shivered, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling, hiss breath coming in quick bursts. It was a feeling she'd
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Two
Oliver stood still, his heart pounding in his chest. The darkness in front of him seemed to move, like it was alive. It wasn’t just a shadow; it was something much worse. The air felt cold, heavy, as if the darkness was pressing in on him from all sides. He could feel the weight of it, like a thick blanket suffocating the light.And then the figure appeared. It wasn’t like anything Oliver had ever seen. It was tall and thin, its shape hard to make out, like it was made of shadows and fog. It didn’t have a face, not really. But Oliver could feel it staring at him, its eyes hidden in the darkness."You can’t save him," the figure whispered, its voice quiet, but so full of mockery that it made Oliver’s blood run cold. "You’ve failed before. You’ll fail again."Oliver’s body tensed. He didn’t want to hear that. He couldn’t bear it. The pain in his chest grew stronger as the figure’s words echoed in his mind, over and over. The faces-the ones he couldn’t forget—flashed before his eyes. Ail
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-One
Oliver stepped forward, his foot lifting and crossing into the swirling lights of the Star Gate. As soon as he did, the world seemed to vanish beneath him. He felt a strange, cold emptiness as if everything around him was slipping away into nothingness. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was like the very fabric of reality was being torn apart. He gasped in shock, his heart pounding in his chest.There was a deep silence at first. A heavy silence, one that pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick, and the darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, like a giant, endless void. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t hear anything except for the echo of his own breath. He had no sense of time. Everything felt wrong.For a moment, Oliver thought he might be trapped forever in this vast emptiness.Then, suddenly, the silence broke with a bright, blinding light. It came out of nowhere, crashing into him with such force that he staggered back. The light was so bright, s
Chapter One Hundred-Twenty
There was no up. No down. No left or right. Only light. A rushing, roaring sea of white light.Oliver floated in it, weightless, like a leaf in a wild river. His body tingled all over, the memory of pain still fresh on his skin. He tried to move, but there was nothing to grab onto. There was no ground, no sky, nothing at all. Only the endless white.Somewhere close to him, Ailith held onto his hand. He could feel her fingers, small and tight around his. Her silver hair whipped around her face, flying in the invisible wind. She looked so small here, so fragile, but she didn’t let go.The white light pulled them deeper, spinning them slowly, like falling into a dream they couldn't wake up from.Oliver’s heart hammered in his chest, so loud he could almost hear it.Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Every breath he took felt thick, like breathing smoke instead of air.Where are we? he thought. What happened? Azrael...The image of Azrael flashed in his mind—Azrael, broken and chained, reaching
Chapter One Hundred-Nineteen
Oliver plunged through blackness, which oozed over his skin like oil. The world wobbled and roared, streaking colors merging into din. His lungs seared. His mind shrieked. Above him somewhere, Azrael's voice echoed, broken and distant, "You can't save me."Something morose slammed into him, stone-like. The impact rattled him to the marrow, expelling all the air from his chest. He briefly lay stunned there, gazing up at a vast sky rife with broken stars.Then— A whisper in an ear."You failed him."With a start, Oliver jerked upright, heart racing. This was no voice of his own. It was something different, something cold; heavy, a weight pressing down on the inside of his ribs.He stumbled to his feet on a slick and freezing stone, while mist coiled around his ankles, hissing and writhing almost like some living creature.Ahead of him was Ailith. Curled into the ground, silver hair hanging in disarray around her face, her body trembled.He staggered in her direction."Ailith!" Silen
