Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-04-27 23:38:33

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
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