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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-One
Pain. That was the first thing that Oliver felt.Not just pain, but unendurable agony that poured through his frail body like volcanic lava—bones torn asunder; muscles screaming. He wanted to move his body, but his limbs simply would not comply.And that was when he came to a realization.He was falling.The winds howled all around him, ripping and tearing through his clothes and battering his skin. His vision was hazed; he was descending such that the world horrifically spun and twirled around before him in a feverish kaleidoscope of colors and chaos. With the battlefield coming upward to face him,Then— CRASH! With a thunderous clap felt across the battlefield, Oliver slammed downward. The very earth cracked underneath him, rupturing like a volcano erupting dust and fire toward the sky. His body rebounded with a bounce before sinking back down into the deep crater formed by the impact. Every single nerve screamed in unison, his head jammed with throbbing pain, the sight blurred but
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Two
From the wreck, ripples of fire were emanating, creating the shockwave on the battlefield. Oliver stumbled back, gasping, sweat running down his face. His muscles cried out, emptied of every ounce of strength. But he managed it. He watched as the titan's core shattered into a thousand glowing shards. Victory was claimed by him. Or so he thought. The terrible machine should have been lifeless, but the fettered wreckage twitched and metal groaned. Something pulled the debris together with strange force; melted and molten jagged steel shifted like liquid. But metal was not all. Flesh. Actual flesh. Oliver almost choked on his breath. His jitters made him want to flee, but his legs were refusing his orders. His weary limbs trembled as some new form erupted from the cataclysmic scene. A new core pulsated-life. Entire. This titan wasn't just mending itself. It was mutating. The air grew heavy, unnaturally thick heat. The battlefield quaked under his feet. Where remnants
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Three
The three titans emerged in the distance, huge as immovable mountains looming against a dark sky. They did not charge; they did not roar. They only watched.Their eyes—if they could be called eyes—glimmered a cold and unearthly light. Beneath them, the battlefield was all but ruined, shattered earth sprawling in all directions. They were not mere war machines. They were not mere tools of destruction.They were hunters.And Oliver was their prey.As he stood, a bead of sweat rolled off his temple, and his fingers clenched, flames flickering feebly at their tips. “So, this is it,” he murmured to himself. His breath was heavy. “You’re just going to stand there and look at me?” The largest titan, one that had somehow evolved more than the others, stood still. It neither cruelly barked an attack nor advanced. Instead, it slowly turned its head to the two titans beside it. Unbeknownst to the eye, an unvoiced command passed between them. A decision had been reached.Oliver felt it, that dis
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Four
In a flash, everything stopped.The battlefield was filled with fire and wind, and the huge giants were fallen. Yet now silence was stretching to fill the emptiness surrounding the land. The air, once heavy with the scents of blood and burning magic, felt empty. Warriors stood frozen in place, weapons raised but forbore. Magic that had been flaring wildly flickered and died out as if the world had forgotten how to breathe. Even the wind was hesitant, at a stalemate between moving and being still.And somewhere in the thick of it, something had changed.Oliver was no longer just human.Living shadows curled, twisting around him, coiling like black flames alive and moving with almost a thought of their own. These flames, not ordinary in nature, flared as though fired internally, inside, as if devouring everything around them-light, warmth, sound. They stood heavy in the air, obliterating reality under its self-suffocating, almost cruel press, darkening the ground beneath Oliver's feet
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Five
Everything around Oliver felt tight.As though invisible cords had been tied around him, tightening from every direction. Concealing them from sight, he felt them nonetheless shift, press and encroach. His view encompassed the battlefield, empty and silent—too quiet.No brushing wind, no far-off shouts of war, no sounds of destruction. It was almost as if the world held its breath.Yet, he remained.The fire remained, too.The black, sickly thick flame twisted around his body, coiling and undulating like living darkness swirling all around him. They flickered gently, like breathing things. They did not burn him, but he sensed their strength; he sensed their appetite. He tried to shake them off, but they merely clung on tighter, encasing him with a confining embrace.Then came the whisper."You are not done."Oliver felt his breath catch in his throat. The echo of pounding inside his skull was like the metallic beat of thunder. His eyes were wide, searching for the outer circle of land
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Six
Oliver was at the middle of the battlefield, clad in dark flames. The black flames curled and wrapped around him like some sentient thing, flickering hungrily yet never burning him. There was something coursing through his veins, something powerful and ancient. It was no longer blood-it was pure shadow.Before him hovered hollow figures, kneeling in silence. They were not whimsical spirits; they were wraiths, the eternal creatures from the abyss, bowing before him in apparent recognition of him as their king.The sky overhead was cracked wide open, ribbons of darkness cutting through the clouds. The cracks offered no view of the azure dome or sparkles of the stars, just a vast and endless void.Once again, the massive abyssal colossus knelt in front of him, the very etching of horror. It was somewhere between shadow and free-flowing substance, alive and changing, utterly dark. And there it was, that horrible beast, yet not an enemy, bowing, as it were, to its master.Oliver looked aro
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Seven
For a heartbeat, everything stood still. No sound. No movement. As if all of time suspended for just a moment to take a hidden breath.The sky had burst open, its jaw cracking like fragile glass with a deafening noise. Blinding light poured out, and from the heavens, warriors, shining in golden armor, descended, falling like stars. Their wings shimmered, weapons gleamed. The Sentinels indeed, soldiers of the divine.But it was not alone, however.Figures rose from the ground, from the very shadows themselves. Dark, shifting shapes, smoke made real. Their eyes burned with eerie red light. The Wraiths. Twisted creatures out of the abyss full of hunger and rage. They swarmed forward, a black tide rising to meet the golden storm.The battle commenced.Clash of blades. Eruption of magic. The air shivered in turmoil as the light met dark in a battle unlike any other fought in the annals of history.And at the very center of it, stood Oliver.He is no man anymore, but inside him a part of th
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter 48Such an incredible rent in the heavenly sky was almost like a sword recently buried in the very fabric of reality, leaving a gaping hole in the heavens. There were the darkest of clouds revolving, where blue sky once lay, shadows stretching across beyond the cracks. The very sun was peeking down behind the super eclipse, while a monstrous-ish abyss writhes in the tormented sky, as though some living thing was whispering things in the ear that no human should ever have to hear.The celestial Sentinels, being the great warriors of light donned in glimmering golden armor, staggered. A tremor racked their glowing weapons, just as onslaughts of darkness began engorging the battlefield. They had fought for eons against demons and even sorcerers, malign creatures that would come out of the depths, but this was entirely different. So much worse!And there in the eye of it—Stood Oliver.Or what might be left of him.His body no longer belonged entirely to that human aspect. Black
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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
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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
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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
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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
Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen
The creature lunged. Oliver twisted aside at the last second, the thing’s tendrils ripping the air inches from his chest. He staggered, boots skidding on slick stone, heart hammering against his ribs. The Lost Name pulsed above the pedestal, so close he could almost reach it—almost.The monster hissed, a wet, tearing sound like rotting cloth being ripped apart. Its body flexed, stitched from old memories, broken laughter, whispered regrets.Move!Oliver dove forward, sliding across the cavern floor. His fingers brushed the pedestal—cold, humming, alive. The Lost Name burned against his skin, sinking into him like a brand, not hurting, but changing.The creature howled.Oliver turned, wild-eyed—and Azrael was there, silver fire burning in his hands. He slammed a blast of magic into the stitched-together nightmare, sending it flying back into the shadows.“Move, kid!” Azrael barked. “We’re not done yet!”Oliver staggered to his feet, the Lost Name singing in his blood. It felt right. Li
