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System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-One
Oliver gasped and opened his eyes.For a moment, he did not understand where he was. Everything around him was strange—too sharp, too clear, too real. He was lying on something hard and cold. It was not just any cold, but a deep chill that seemed to sink into his skin, into his bones. He could feel the roughness of the surface beneath him, every tiny crack, every uneven part of the stone pressing against his back. He could hear things too—things that no human should be able to hear. The faint sound of wind moving through a distant place, the soft crackling of unseen energy in the air, and even heartbeats—many of them—some close, some so far away they should have been impossible to notice.And yet, he heard them all.Something was wrong.His own heartbeat was missing.No. It was not gone. It was different. It was slower, quieter—no longer the steady rhythm of a living man, but something else entirely.He sat up quickly, breathing in deep, though he somehow knew he did not need to brea
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Two
Oliver’s body moved before his mind could even think. His instincts screamed at him to get away, to put distance between himself and the horror rising before him. He threw himself backward, landing hard on the cracked earth, his hands bursting into golden flames. His breathing was fast and sharp, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Every muscle in his body was tight, ready for battle. His senses stretched beyond normal human limits, taking in every shift in the air, every movement around him. But nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing now.The monstrous void entity crawled up from the abyss, and the battlefield seemed to shrink under its presence. Its body was not like any creature Oliver had ever seen before. It was not made of flesh or bone. It was not even made of darkness. It was something worse—something that should not exist. It was hunger. It was emptiness given shape. It was the void itself, alive and breathing.The air twisted around it, bending
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Three
The world was nothing but light and shadow, flickering in and out like a candle struggling against the wind.Oliver’s eyes opened slowly. His head felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow, like they were swimming through thick water. He tried to take a breath, but something felt strange. It was as if the air around him wasn’t real, as if he wasn’t real.Then, he noticed it.He was not standing on solid ground. He was falling.A gasp caught in his throat. His arms flailed as he tried to find something—anything—to hold onto, but there was nothing. Only the endless void stretched out in all directions. There was no sky above, no earth below, only an emptiness darker than the deepest night. And in that emptiness, there was silence—an overwhelming silence that pressed against him like a heavy weight.He should have been dead.The last thing he remembered was fire—his own golden flames wrapping around him as he stood on the battlefield, facing impossible odds. He remembered the screams, the c
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Four
Oliver’s heart pounded like a war drum. Each beat sent sharp pain through his chest, but he forced himself to keep moving. His whole body ached. His arms and legs felt heavy, covered in cuts and bruises. Blood dripped from his wounds, soaking into his torn clothes. But he could not stop. Not now. Not when the Celestial Beings were still standing before him, watching him with their glowing eyes.For just a moment, they hesitated. It was barely a breath, a blink of time. But Oliver saw it. And that was all he needed.He clenched his fists. Golden fire burst from his palms, swirling like a living creature. The heat made the air shimmer. He shaped the flames, forcing them into the form of twin swords—two blades made of pure, searing light. The fire crackled and hissed as he tightened his grip.With a roar, Oliver pushed off the ground. His feet dug into the cracked obsidian floor, sending pieces of black stone flying as he lunged forward. His arms swung, his flaming swords slashing throug
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Five
Oliver’s body felt weightless, drifting deeper and deeper, sinking into nothingness. He could not feel his arms, his legs. He could not even tell if he was breathing anymore.Then he heard it.A whisper. Faint, like the last note of a song carried by the wind."It is not over."His eyes snapped open. The abyss around him trembled, as if something vast and unseen had stirred. A tiny flicker of warmth pulsed in his chest—a small ember of light. It was weak, but it was still there. It had not gone out.Oliver focused on it. He held onto it with everything he had. The ember grew, pulsing brighter, feeding on his will. Heat spread through his veins. His body, once numb, began to take form again. Fingers, arms, legs—he could feel them now. He could move again.Then, the light inside him exploded.Flames burst from his skin, golden and bright. They tore through the darkness, burning it away like dry leaves in a wildfire. The void shrieked in silence as the fire pushed it back, and Oliver, no
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Six
Oliver’s world turned upside down in an instant. One moment, he was standing firm, his feet planted on solid ground. The next, something grabbed him. A strong, invisible force wrapped around his body like a giant’s fist and yanked him away. There was no time to fight back, no time to think. The world around him shattered, exploding into fire and chaos. Heat seared his skin, but the pain barely registered. Everything was moving too fast.Then came the darkness.It swallowed him whole, deep and endless. It was not just the absence of light—it was the absence of everything. No sound, no warmth, no air. Even his own thoughts felt like they were being pulled apart, scattered into nothingness. His body tumbled through the void, but there was nothing to see, nothing to hold onto.A crushing impact.His back hit something hard and unyielding. The shock ripped the air from his lungs, and bright stars exploded behind his eyes. For a moment, he lay there, stunned, struggling to breathe. His ribs
System Activated: Divine Talent Granted Chapter Sixty-Seven
Oliver's heart pounded like a drum in his chest. His breaths came quick and shallow, each one barely filling his lungs before the next came. He stretched out his arms, reaching desperately for something to hold on to—anything that might stop the endless fall—but his fingers closed around nothing. Only empty air.The silence around him was thick, heavier than anything he had ever felt before. It pressed against his ears, his mind, his very soul. It was as if the whole world had been swallowed by a great beast, and now he was trapped inside its belly, sinking deeper and deeper into the dark.Then, out of nowhere, a voice whispered."Welcome home."Oliver flinched. The words did not come from in front of him or behind him. They did not come from above or below. They came from everywhere at once. They curled around him like cold fingers, slipping into his bones, into his blood. The voice was not loud, but it filled the space completely, as if it had been spoken inside his very soul.His h
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
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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
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
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
