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Chapter 114: The Heart That Can Break a Kingdom
John stood frozen as the image before him finished taking shape.It was Rita.Not a shadow. Not a distortion. Not a flickering memory.Her form was solid, precise, painfully real. Every detail was exact; The faint scar near her collarbone, the controlled way she carried herself, he calm strength in her eyes that always steadied him when the world tilted too far.Except those eyes now glowed faintly with Crest symbols, rotating slowly like a quiet judgment.John’s grip tightened around the Crestborn Blade.Lucien’s voice echoed through the chamber, calm and merciless. “Do not mistake this for illusion. The sanctum does not fabricate lies. It manifests truths drawn from the deepest parts of you.”John swallowed hard. “Then she is not real.”Lucien stepped into view, his presence steady and authoritative. “She is not Rita. She is what you fear becoming inevitable.”The Rita figure took a step forward.The sound of her boots echoed across the chamber with unsettling clarity.“You look sur
Chapter 113: The Trial of the True Heir
*****John landed hard.There was no floor beneath him one moment, then stone slammed into him the next. He pushed himself up quickly, breathing fast, expecting to see the sanctum walls or the team rushing toward him.But he was alone.A vast, endless chamber surrounded him, stretching out like a horizon trapped indoors. The air shimmered with pale white mist that curled around his ankles. The ground glowed faintly, tracing geometric patterns that shifted each time he blinked.There were no walls. No lights. No exit.Just an expanse of impossible emptiness.John tightened his grip on the Crestborn Blade. “Where am I?”A voice answered, echoing across the void.“In the place where heirs are shaped.”John spun around.A figure stood behind him.Tall. Silent. Familiar.Lucien Raymond.John felt his chest seize.Lucien looked exactly as he did in the projection from the archive. Same sharp gaze. Same quiet danger. The same presence that commanded a room without speaking.But this Lucien
Chapter 112: When the Light Settles and the Truth Remains
The white light dissipated slowly, thinning like mist as the chamber exhaled the aftermath of what John had done.For a long moment, no one moved.Dust drifted through the sanctum like falling snow. The air felt still, heavy, hollow. Every heartbeat echoed like thunder in the silence.John stood at the centre of it all, the Crestborn Blade lowered at his side. Its glow had softened to a slow pulse, no longer frantic, no longer wild. It settled into something calmer and deeper, as if the weapon understood the weight of the act just performed.Harold’s body lay motionless at John’s feet.The metal frame that had once moved with terrifying force was now cracked, silent, and empty. The blue core flickered once, then faded completely.Rita moved first.She approached slowly, breath trembling as she knelt beside the remains. She reached out but stopped herself before her fingers touched the metal surface. Her voice came out barely above a whisper.“John… are you alright?”He did not answer.
Chapter 111: The Awakening of the Crest Heir
The roar shook the chamber like a living creature.Harold stepped forward, mechanical joints grinding as he braced himself against the blinding white light radiating from John. The air rippled around him as his enhanced frame strained to withstand the energy pouring from the Crestborn Blade.John did not back away.He stood tall in the centre of the chamber, the blade glowing brighter with every breath he took. The light wrapped around him like a mantle. The ground at his feet cracked in spiderweb patterns.Rita, still groggy from the crash, forced herself onto her knees. Her eyes widened the moment she saw him.“John… what happened to you?”Morgan whistled under his breath. “He looks like he swallowed lightning.”Kael stepped closer, awe in his voice. “He has bonded with the Crestborn Blade. That weapon was never meant to be held by the unworthy.”Harold let out a mechanical growl. His voice cracked through layers of distortion.“Return… the Crest.”John did not answer. He simply lif
Chapter 110: When the Monster Finally Arrives
The ceiling split apart like a cracked skull.Stone rained down. Dust burst into the air in violent clouds. The sanctum trembled as a massive dark shape forced its way through the jagged opening above.Rita grabbed John’s arm and pulled him back, her voice sharp. “Move!”The entire group scattered as a chunk of granite smashed into the floor where they had been standing. The noise rattled the chamber like thunder trapped underground.Then Harold stepped through the breach.Or the thing wearing Harold’s shape.His metal frame glowed with molten veins. His eyes burned like two cores of blue fire. The Overseer’s unnatural enhancements coiled around his limbs, tightening and shifting like living armour.He scanned the sanctum in silence.John felt his pulse spike. The air around Harold twisted with an energy that made his skin crawl.Morgan whispered, “He does not look human anymore.”Kael kept his voice steady. “He has not been human for a long time.”Harold lifted his head. His gaze lan
Chapter 109: Run From the Monster Wearing Your Father’s Name
The corridor swallowed them whole.Blue veins pulsed along the walls like a heartbeat, guiding them forward while shadows chased at their backs. The air trembled with every blow from the other side of the sealed passage. Each impact sent dust drifting down like ash.John ran at the front with Rita at his side, Kael close behind, followed by Morgan, Elias, Celine, and Mara. Their footsteps hammered through the narrow channel, each stride fueled by urgency and dread.A violent boom echoed behind them.Rita flinched. “He’s breaking through.”Kael responded without looking back. “He will. The Overseer is not designed to stop.”Morgan muttered a curse. “Great. A walking tank with daddy issues.”“Focus,” Elias said sharply.John glanced at Kael as they ran. “How long before he tears through that wall?”Kael’s expression tightened. “Minutes. Maybe less.”Rita spoke quickly. “Kael, you said Lucien built this escape path. Where does it lead?”“To the lower sanctum,” Kael said. “A silent sector
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