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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Eight
Oliver hesitated at the edge of the ruins, his fingers curling at his sides. The figure had disappeared into the darkness ahead, their steps swallowed by the eerie silence of the forgotten city. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back, to run—but there was nowhere to go. No way out.So he followed.His boots scraped against the stone as he moved, his breath shallow. The dim glow from the cracks in the ground flickered with each step, casting strange, shifting shadows along the ruined walls. The cold air bit at his skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, or something worse.The city stretched endlessly before him, an ancient graveyard of towering structures that had long since crumbled. Once, these streets must have been alive. Now, they belonged to ghosts."Keep up."Oliver flinched at the voice. The hooded figure had stopped ahead, standing near the remnants of a massive archway. Its jagged edges clawed at the sky, a silen
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Nine
Oliver followed Wren deeper into the broken city. The buildings around them were old and crumbling, their walls cracked, their windows shattered. The streets were empty, filled only with dust and scattered debris. But the silence was the worst part. It wasn’t just the absence of people—it was something heavier, something watching. It made Oliver’s skin crawl.He tried to shake off the feeling as he walked, but every step sent echoes bouncing off the ruined walls, making it sound like someone—or something—was following them. He glanced behind him more than once, but the street was always empty.Wren, on the other hand, moved like they belonged here. Their boots made no sound against the stone, their movements careful and deliberate. They never hesitated, never second-guessed where they were going. Oliver, however, stumbled more than once. Loose rubble shifted under his feet, nearly sending him to the ground. He cursed under his breath, his hands twitching at his sides.He wanted his fi
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy
Oliver stood in the middle of the ruined city, watching the fire flicker in his hands. The flames danced, bright and wild, casting long shadows against the crumbling walls around him. The heat licked at his skin, warm but not painful. It felt right, like it belonged to him, like it was a part of him. Yet deep down, a question gnawed at him, refusing to leave.Who had given him this power? And what would they ask for in return?Ahead of him, Wren walked with steady, silent steps. Their hood was pulled low over their face, hiding their expression. They never once looked back at him, never said anything about the fire he kept summoning, watching as it curled and flickered between his fingers like it might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.Oliver followed, but the silence between them was thick, heavy, filled with too many things left unsaid. The wind whispered through the ruined city, carrying the scent of dust, stone, and something else—something old and metallic, like rusted
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-One
Oliver barely had a moment to breathe. His chest rose and fell quickly, his heart hammering like a drum inside his ribs. The ruins around him trembled, and the ground beneath his feet shook so hard he thought it might split apart at any moment. Broken columns groaned and rattled, loose stones tumbling to the cracked ground. Dust rained down in thick clouds, making it hard to see. The air itself felt strange—thick, heavy, and charged with something unseen yet terrifying. It was as if the whole world had taken a deep breath and was holding it, waiting for something terrible to happen.Oliver tried to steady himself, pushing against his aching knees as he looked around. "What now?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.Wren's head jerked up. Their sharp eyes widened in horror. "Move! Now!"There was no time to question. Oliver ran.A deep crack splintered through the stone behind him, opening like a jagged wound. From that dark fissure, heat blasted upward, as if something mo
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Two
Oliver gasped as he tumbled through the endless dark. His body was spinning, but there was no ground, no sky, nothing to hold onto. It felt like falling, but not in the way he had ever known. There was no wind rushing past him, no sensation of weight pulling him downward. Instead, he floated in emptiness, dragged forward by something unseen. It was like being caught in a great river, carried by its current with no way to resist.Then, suddenly—impact.His back slammed against something solid. A sharp pain shot through him as the air was forced from his lungs. His vision blurred. For a moment, all he could do was lie there, gasping for breath, tasting blood in his mouth. He groaned and tried to move. His fingers found the surface beneath him—cold, damp stone. The texture was rough, uneven, slick as if it had been polished by time or something far worse.Slowly, Oliver pushed himself up. His muscles trembled, his limbs aching from the impact. Around him, the darkness was not complete. T
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Seventy-Three
Minutes passed. Then hours.Oliver walked through the dark passageways, his boots scraping against the cold stone floor. His breath echoed around him, the only sound in the empty corridors. The air was damp, heavy with silence, pressing down on him like an invisible weight.He kept moving. Left, then right. He ran his fingers along the rough stone walls, hoping for something different, something new. He took out his dagger and scratched a mark into the wall—just a small cut, a sign to remind himself that he had been here before. If he found it again, he would know he was walking in circles.But when he passed through the hallway once more, the mark was gone.Oliver stopped. His stomach twisted. His throat felt tight. He turned sharply, retracing his steps, counting each turn in his head. Left. Right. Down the spiral path. He whispered the directions to himself, over and over, trying to hold onto them. But no matter how carefully he moved, no matter how many turns he took, he always en
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
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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
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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
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
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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
