2025-11-12 17:49:48
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 52 — The Heart of the Flame
The interior of the Obsidian Spire was not what Collins expected.It wasn’t a hall of darkness or a tomb of ash. It was alive.The walls pulsed faintly like veins carrying molten light, and every step they took echoed softly, like the tower was listening. The air was warm, humming with energy that prickled against their skin.Elyndra’s voice barely rose above a whisper. “It feels like we’re walking inside something that’s… breathing.”Collins nodded, scanning the glowing paths that wound upward and downward in endless spirals. “The Spire isn’t just stone. It’s a conduit — built to channel the Flame.”They descended deeper, guided by the pendant’s dim golden glow. As they moved, they began to hear faint murmurs — not words exactly, but memories. Fragments of laughter, crying, chanting. The tower held the echoes of everyone who had ever come here.“Your father,” Elyndra said after a while. “He came here once, didn’t he?”Collins’ gaze darkened. “Yes. With my mother. They thought they co
Chapter 51 — The Whispering Tower
The closer they got to the Obsidian Spire, the quieter the world became.No birds.No wind.Even their footsteps seemed to sink into silence, swallowed by the dead air that surrounded the ancient tower. The structure itself loomed impossibly high, black stone glinting faintly like glass, as if it drank the last light of day.Elyndra’s voice broke the stillness. “It feels like the world stops breathing here.”Collins nodded. “That’s because it does.”The shard he carried — the fragment of the Spire — had begun to vibrate, tugging gently toward the colossal door at the tower’s base. Strange runes pulsed faintly on the black surface, shifting like living symbols, rearranging themselves every few seconds.He placed his palm on the cold stone. Instantly, the runes flared red, and a thousand whispers flooded his mind.> Collins Lutherchris... you return to the flame that birthed you...He pulled his hand away, gasping. “It knows me.”Elyndra frowned, readying her blades. “Then it’s alive.”
Chapter 50 — The Spire’s Call
The wind howled across the barren ridge, carrying with it the scent of ash and ancient stone. Collins stood at the edge of a cliff, staring into the horizon where a black spire rose like a spear thrust into the sky. Lightning twisted around it in colors that defied reason — not white, but crimson and violet, like veins of the dying sun.That was the Obsidian Spire.The place where everything began.And perhaps, where everything would end.Elyndra joined him, brushing strands of silver hair from her face. “That thing looks like it could pierce the heavens.”“It already did,” Collins murmured. “And it broke them.”They had been traveling for days through the Blighted Expanse — a stretch of land scorched by unstable magic. The earth sometimes trembled without warning, and strange echoes whispered their names when the wind grew still.Once, Collins thought he saw his own shadow move before he did.The shard given to him by the Triune mages pulsed with growing intensity. Each beat felt hea
Chapter 49 — Ashes of the Forgotten
The road to the First Kingdom was a graveyard of forgotten glory.Ruins stretched as far as the eye could see — broken towers jutting from the cracked earth like the ribs of some long-dead giant. The wind carried whispers that weren’t quite words, and the ground glowed faintly with dying embers that refused to fade even after centuries.Elyndra walked ahead, her cloak fluttering. “It feels… wrong here,” she said quietly. “Like the air itself remembers what happened.”Collins nodded. His pendant had not stopped glowing since they’d left Ignivar’s cavern. Each flicker of light pulsed in time with his heartbeat — faster, hotter. “This place was once the heart of magic,” he murmured. “Where the First Flame was worshiped, before the elements divided.”Elyndra paused. “You sound like you’ve been here before.”He hesitated. “I think… part of me has.”They climbed over the shattered steps of what must once have been a grand palace. Carvings still marked the stone — depictions of beings cloake
Chapter 48 — The Whispering Flames
The red sky bled across the horizon as Collins and Elyndra trekked through the scorched valleys. Every mile toward the Obsidian Spire brought heavier silence — as if the world itself feared what waited there. The wind carried whispers, but they were not voices of men or spirits. They were the flames themselves, murmuring like ghosts that had never been laid to rest.Elyndra glanced sideways at him. “You’re quieter than usual.”Collins didn’t answer right away. The shard in his pocket had begun to hum again, faintly resonating with each heartbeat. “The voices are getting stronger,” he murmured. “I can’t tell if they’re warning me… or calling me.”She tightened her grip on her blade. “Then we keep moving before they do either.”They followed the river of ash that wound between two dark ridges, until it opened into a cavern whose entrance glowed with faint orange light. The air was thick with warmth — not heat, but life.At the center of that cavern burned a single flame — golden and pur
Chapter 47 — The Road to the Obsidian Spire
The sun had not risen in three days.Dark clouds swirled above the land like bruises on the sky, casting long shadows over the broken fields. Every breath of wind carried the faint scent of burning earth. The world itself seemed to be holding its breath.Collins and Elyndra walked along a cracked path, their boots crunching over blackened soil. In the distance, the faint silhouette of the Obsidian Spire pierced the horizon — tall, jagged, and glimmering faintly red, like a wound that refused to heal.Elyndra kept her hand on her blade, eyes scanning the ruins around them. “I don’t like this silence,” she muttered. “Not even the wind spirits are speaking.”Collins nodded. “They’re afraid.”“Of what?”He hesitated before answering. “Of me.”The shard he carried in his pocket pulsed faintly with warmth, responding to the energy of the land. Each step toward the Spire made it grow hotter — as though guiding him, or warning him.They stopped at the edge of a ravine. Below them, the remnant
You may also like
My Undead System
Naughty Snail12.6K viewsDao Masters Of Demonic Cultivation
Sweet savage17.7K viewsMonster Hunters
Datdepressedguy 16.0K viewsLife as A Servant
TheCrow378.5K viewsTRINITY: The Secret of the Old
Lorace1.4K viewsTRINITY
Richard1.6K viewsASCENSION OF THE MARTIAL KING
Clone Writer1.5K viewsTHERON OF EVIL
Henry Bliss Christlike1.9K views