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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Four
The cold air hit Oliver’s face the moment he stepped through the doorway. It was sharp, like a blade cutting through the heavy dampness that had clung to him inside the labyrinth. The sudden change made him suck in a breath, his body tensing as the wind curled around him. His tattered cloak flapped wildly, its frayed edges snapping like worn-out flags. The cold slipped beneath the fabric, slithering along his skin, making him shiver. He took a deep breath, letting the crisp, fresh air fill his lungs, washing away the stale, suffocating atmosphere of the labyrinth.But the world beyond the doorway was not what he had expected.Oliver found himself standing on the very edge of a jagged cliff. The ground beneath his boots was cracked and crumbling, small stones tumbling down into the valley below. He barely dared to move, his heart hammering in his chest. A vast expanse stretched before him, covered in thick, rolling mist that shifted like something alive. In the distance, towering mou
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Five
The path was steep and dangerous. Oliver followed the woman as she walked down the winding trail, his boots slipping on loose stones. Every step was a battle to stay upright. The ground beneath him felt unstable, as if the earth itself did not want him there. The mist wrapped around his ankles, curling like fingers trying to pull him back. It smelled of damp soil and something else—something old and forgotten.As they went lower, the air grew warmer. But it was not a comforting warmth. It did not feel like the sun on his skin or the heat of a fire on a cold night. It felt unnatural, as if something deep below was breathing hot air into the world above. Oliver swallowed hard, but his throat was dry.The woman walked ahead of him, her dark cloak barely moving even though the wind tugged at his own clothes. She did not stumble. She did not hesitate. She moved as if she belonged here, as if the path itself welcomed her. Oliver, on the other hand, felt like an intruder. He kept his distanc
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Six
Oliver walked through the ruins, his steps slow and heavy. His whole body ached, as if every muscle had been stretched too far. He was tired, so tired, but his mind would not stop racing. The fire had shown him something—something he could not forget. No matter how much he tried, the images stayed in his head. He could still see Elias and Lena, could still feel the heat of that burning city. The guilt sat deep inside him, pressing against his ribs, making it hard to breathe.He clenched his fists, trying to steady himself. He had survived the labyrinth. He would survive this too.Ahead of him, the woman moved through the ruins without a sound. She never spoke unless she had to. Oliver still didn’t know her name. He wasn’t even sure if she had one. But she walked with confidence, like she had been through these ruins many times before. It made Oliver jealous. He had no confidence left.The golden fire behind them flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the crumbling stones. The
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Seven
Oliver barely had a moment to breathe before the ground beneath him trembled. The ancient stone chamber groaned like a sleeping giant stirring awake after centuries of silence. Dust drifted into the air, thin and wispy, catching the dim light like tiny ghosts floating in the gloom."That can't be good," Oliver muttered under his breath, his pulse hammering against his ribs.The air smelled old—of stone, dampness, and something metallic, almost like blood. His heart pounded as he took a cautious step forward, eyes darting around the massive chamber. Every instinct screamed at him to be ready, though for what, he didn’t know.Then, at the center of the room, the pedestal pulsed with golden light.Oliver flinched. The glow pushed back the shadows, casting long, flickering shapes against the walls. The air hummed with energy, something deep and ancient that made the hair on his arms stand on end."What the hell is this?" he whispered, squinting against the brilliance.A low chime rang thr
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Eight
One moment, Oliver was locked in a fierce battle against the Arbiter, his muscles straining as he barely held his own against the sheer force of reality itself. Every strike of his sword was met with an overwhelming counter, every movement calculated against him. He had fought powerful enemies before, but this was different. This wasn’t just strength or skill—this was something greater, something impossible to defeat.Then, everything shattered.A loud crack split through the chamber, the very air breaking apart like fragile glass. Oliver barely had time to react before the world around him collapsed. The walls folded inward, the floor beneath him vanished, and suddenly, he was falling—tumbling through a void filled with fractured light. The golden threads of fate unraveled around him, twisting and curling like living things, reaching out as if trying to hold him back.His stomach lurched. He twisted in the air, struggling to grab onto something—anything—but there was nothing. Just th
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Nine
Dust floated in the air like tiny stars, swirling in the dim light. The shattered mirror realm had disappeared, leaving behind nothing but silence. Oliver could hear his own heartbeat, loud and fast, pounding like a war drum in his chest. He stood in the ruins, his hands shaking, his breath coming in short gasps. Everything around him felt still, too still, like the world itself was holding its breath.Then, the ground trembled beneath his feet.At first, it was a small vibration, just a whisper of movement. But then it grew stronger, shaking the ruins, sending loose stones tumbling from broken walls. A deep, low hum filled the air, not a sound, but a feeling—something ancient and powerful waking up. The hum grew into a roar, so loud it rattled Oliver’s bones. The air itself seemed to crackle with energy, like a storm about to break.“Oliver…?” a voice rasped.He turned sharply. Nadia was leaning against a broken pillar, her face pale, streaked with dirt and sweat. Blood stained the s
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eighty
The world was breaking apart.High above, the sky cracked open like shattered glass, and a bright, strange light poured out from the wounds in the heavens. It was not sunlight. It was something else—something powerful, something terrifying. The ruins of the ancient city below trembled under its glow. Buildings, once proud and tall, stood in jagged pieces, their broken edges reflecting the eerie light from above. The ground beneath Oliver’s feet rumbled, as if the very earth was groaning in pain.Nadia stumbled beside him, her usually sharp eyes wide with disbelief. "Oliver, what the hell is happening?"Oliver didn't have an answer. He had no words for the sight before him, for the unnatural fracture in the sky, for the weight pressing down on his chest. The world felt wrong, like reality itself was unraveling. He reached for his sword, gripping the hilt with white-knuckled determination.Then, without warning, the ground beneath him shattered completely."Oliver!" Nadia’s voice was t
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Eighty-One
All at once, Oliver found himself standing in the ruins of the now forgotten city. The departing words of the demon still echoed in his mind–heavy with meaning, even though he did not yet understand. The next moment, everything vanished. The substance ceased to be under his feet, and only emptiness remained.The sky now twisted into an abyss, whirling black and white like ink into water. An incredible force, something more than human, yanked him downward. Falling was not the word for it. Something within him had reached inside to pull at his soul and draw him into a place where nothing ought to exist.He did not have time to scream.Cold like no other, a cold that seeped into his bones, into his mind, into the very essence of him-he was enveloped by it. If his body still existed-at least it had the feeling that it was disintegrating, as if he were made of nothing but thin threads, being pulled apart one by one. His thoughts were scattered like leaves in a storm. He could not figure out
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The road ahead was strange. It wasn’t black from rain or ash, but from something darker, something wrong. With every step Sasha took, it felt like the earth was trying to pull her in, like it wanted to swallow her whole. Her boots sank deeper with every move she made, and the weight of the world seemed to press down harder on her shoulders.But Sasha didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Behind her, the others were still with her, following her lead. And ahead of her, waiting in the distance, was Ailith.The mist that had been thick and swirling slowly started to thin as they climbed up a broken ridge. The cold wind cut through Sasha’s cloak, making it flap violently behind her. Strands of her hair were pulled free from their tie and whipped around her face. The sky above was heavy, clouds piled up so thick it was hard to tell where the sky ended and the ground began. The sun tried to break through, but all it managed was a dull, sickly gray light. It painted everything in shades of death.
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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
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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
