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Chapter One Hundred-Four
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-04-15 00:01:50

With a roar that was not merely fury but grief, exile, and ancient betrayal turned into thunder, the colossus lunged forward, not as though it were a creature that had waited so long to be born, but as if with the terrifying speed of a thing that had long waited to be born.

Oliver didn't pause; he took up instinct against design. His body moved then, not from muscle memory, but as if some deeper code had written this moment into the very fibersHis boots ignited sparks across the scorched floor, his every step a scream of resistance against impossibility, his blade trailing light that pulsed like a second heart, running in to the chaos.

The monster-instance of his own image, by time and torment-raised a fist the size of a tombstone and every bit of it fell on Oliver, who attempted to fling himself to the left. The sheer force of that impact sent shockwaves through the rock, bursting fissures out across the obsidian floor and launching shards into the air like the jagged wings of a dyi
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