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Chapter One hundred and Seventeen
The Shadow Between UsThe dawn came pale and thin over the ruins of Orren, as if the sun itself hesitated to rise upon what it might find.Selene stood at the edge of the broken courtyard, her cloak drawn tight against the cold, though the chill that troubled her came not from the air, but from something deeper — something that had begun the moment Adrian woke from his nightmare.He had said three words. He’s coming through us.And ever since, the air has changed.The wind no longer carried the scent of dust and ruin, but a strange metallic tang — like lightning just before a storm. The ground trembled at times, subtly, rhythmically, as if echoing a heartbeat not their own.She turned to look at him.Adrian sat a few yards away, head bowed, the golden light of the fire painting his features in fragile amber. He looked human — but the shadows clung too closely to him now, moving with his breath, rippling faintly like smoke across his shoulders. His eyes, when they caught the light,
Chapter One hundred and Sixteen
Dreams of the DevourerThe first night after his return, Adrian did not sleep — he fell.He didn’t know when it began. One moment he was seated near the dying fire in the ruins of Orren, his sword across his knees, eyes fixed on the horizon that refused to lighten. The next, the world slipped away like sand through his fingers.Then — silence.He opened his eyes to find himself standing once again in the Blight. But this time, it wasn’t the formless void he remembered. It had structure. Towers of ash. Rivers of silver flame. The landscape breathed in rhythm with his pulse.It was his dream — but not entirely his own.“Still running from ghosts?”The voice rolled through the dark like slow thunder. Adrian turned. The Master stood a few paces away, though the space between them seemed infinite — a gulf carved not by distance, but by will.The figure was draped in black that swallowed all light. Only his eyes burned, twin embers within the endless dark.Adrian’s first instinct was to re
Chapter Two hundred and Fifteen
The Master StirsDeep beneath the earth, where no prayer had ever reached, the Blight coiled like a sleeping god.Its voice had no sound. Its breath had no air. It existed in that infinite stillness between one heartbeat and the next — the silence of things forgotten.And then… it shook.A ripple passed through the void — faint at first, like a pebble dropped into an endless well. But then came the echo — a return.Something had left.Something that was not supposed to.The Master opened his eyes.They were not eyes as mortals knew them, but vast pools of liquid black, swirling with shapes of all who had ever fallen into his dominion.Souls drifted there, whispering fragments of prayers that never reached heaven.He sat upon his throne of bone and shadow — the Throne of Silence — and for the first time in eons, the quiet broke.“He lives.”The words came not from lips but from everywhere — a chorus of his servants’ voices layered through him. The Blight shuddered, uncertain.Across th
Chapter Two hundred and Fourteen
The Man Who Stepped Out of the VoidThe world was black fire.It moved, it breathed — but not like wind or water. It was hungry.Adrian opened his eyes into that living dark and felt it watching him. The Blight wasn’t a place; it was a pulse, a vast, devouring will that wanted to make him part of its silence.He stood — or thought he did. There was no ground, no sky, just a shifting horizon of ash and glass. His body flickered between shadow and flesh, his breath steaming like smoke. When he reached for his chest, his hand sank into faint light instead of skin.Not dead.Not alive either.The voice came from everywhere — and nowhere. You defied the Master once. You defied peace itself.Adrian turned. Shapes stirred in the dark — faces, hundreds of them, whispering fragments of his own thoughts back at him.You were her blade. You were her betrayal. You were her undoing.“Enough,” he said hoarsely. His voice echoed like thunder cracking in a vacuum. “You’re not real.”The whispers lau
Chapter Two hundred and Thirteen
The Pulse Between WorldsThe first thing Selene felt was pain — not her own, but something deeper, older, echoing from a place beyond sight. It thrummed through her veins like the toll of a distant bell. She gasped and clutched her chest, staggering as the battlefield around her blurred.“High Priestess!” one of the Veyne soldiers called, but she barely heard him. Her mind was elsewhere — caught between two worlds.For a heartbeat, she saw nothing but shadow. Then — light. A flare of white fire bursting through the dark, so bright it tore through the edges of her consciousness. And within it… Adrian.His name didn’t leave her lips, but her soul screamed it.Adrian.He was alive.The certainty hit her like lightning. She had feared — though she never said it aloud — that when the void swallowed him, he’d been lost forever. The Blight had a hunger that devoured not only bodies but souls. But now, she felt him like a heartbeat in her chest — ragged, desperate, but burning still.She s
Chapter Two hundred and Twelve
The Edge of the BlightSilence.That was the first thing Adrian heard — not the peaceful kind, but a hollow, suffocating void that pressed against his ears until even his heartbeat seemed stolen. The world around him was black, though not empty. It pulsed faintly, as though the dark itself were alive — breathing, watching, waiting.When he moved, the air rippled like tar. His boots didn’t touch the ground; there was no ground, only a shifting haze that swallowed every trace of light. He couldn’t tell where the horizon ended or if one existed at all. The Blight — he knew it without needing to think. The barrier between realms. The grave of gods and dreams.He tried to speak. “Selene—”But the name died before it reached his lips, the sound devoured by the dark.Something cold coiled around his wrist, a whisper in the dark silk of the void. He jerked his arm away, but the tendril dissolved, leaving behind a sting that burned with a strange familiarity — not pain, but memory.“Do you
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