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CHAPTER 45: THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT
The chamber inside the Titan’s chest was dying. Violet mana leaked from the walls like radiator fluid, and the Iron Rose leaders were nothing but mounds of salt on the floor. My mother, Queen Elena, stood between me and the thing that used to be Maya, her silver rapier trembling."Jack, don't move!" my mother barked. "The white light in her eyes—it’s not magic. It’s a vacuum!""Maya, listen to me!" I shouted, the Spirit-Blade pulsing a frantic, rhythmic red in my hand. "I know you're in there. Fight it! We’re supposed to stop the harvest together!""The harvest is a mercy, Jack," Maya said, her voice a terrifying harmony of a thousand souls. She didn't walk; she drifted toward us, the crystal floor beneath her feet turning to fine white powder. "You think you’re the hero of this story? You’re the crack in the dam.""JACK, HER POWER LEVELS ARE OFF THE SCALE!" Silas roared from the blade. "SHE ISN'T USING THE TITAN'S ENERGY. SHE'S EXUDING IT!""Move aside, Maya," I growled, the Berserke
CHAPTER 44: THE IRON ROSE SOCIETY
The summit of the Origin-Titan was a nightmare of ivory and lightning, but before the red light of the Spirit-Blade could clash with the silver King, the floor beneath us tilted. A section of the bone-white plateau slid inward, a mechanical iris opening to swallow Elara and me whole. We plummeted through a chute of frictionless crystal, landing in a vaulted chamber hidden deep within the Titan’s chest—a place where the hum of the God-Heart was muffled by thick, leaden dampeners."Don't reach for the blade, Jack. If you ignite that Void in here, the dampeners will turn your brain to ash," a calm, aristocratic voice echoed from the shadows.I rolled to my feet, the Spirit-Blade pulsing a low, angry crimson. "Who’s there? Show yourself before I carve this chamber into scrap!""Always the forge-fire temper," the voice replied. Six figures stepped into the dim light of glow-globes. They wore the high-collared silks of the Capital’s inner circle, but their eyes weren't violet with Blight. T
CHAPTER 43: THE WRATH OF THE HOLLOW
The air inside the God-Heart smelled of ozone and ancient, rotting stars. I stood on a platform of translucent violet crystal, my heart hammering in a dual rhythm with the Spirit-Blade in my hand. Every time the sword pulsed red, my vision flared with a murderous, obsidian clarity."Jack, look at your arms!" Elara’s voice was a frantic echo against the thumping of the organic machine surrounding us. "The filaments... they’re sewing you into the steel!""I don't care," I growled. My voice sounded like tectonic plates grinding together. "I don't care about anything but ending this.""JACK, THE VANGUARD IS BREACHING THE CHAMBER!" Silas’s voice roared from the Spirit-Blade, vibrating through my bones. "THEY AREN'T MEN ANYMORE! THEY ARE SOUL-FUEL!"The crystal doors at the far end of the chamber shattered. Leo’s elite vanguard—twenty Blight-Knights in heavy, light-drinking plate—marched in. Their visors leaked a sickly violet smoke, and their weapons were forged from the very ivory of the
CHAPTER 42: THE BURNING OF THE SOUL
The earth didn't just shake; it groaned as the Origin-Titan’s ivory arm breached the crust. The shockwave of the Capital’s impact had turned the valley into a graveyard of splintered wood and rising dust. I ignored the screaming wind, my eyes locked on the Wizard’s Tower, now tethered to the gargantuan hand of the titan by beams of pulsing, blood-red light."Jack! The red resonance—it’s Silas! I can feel him screaming through the mana-streams!" Elara shouted, her hand gripping my shoulder as we sprinted toward the base of the ivory finger."I hear him too," I growled. It wasn't just a sound; it was a jagged heat in my mind. "Leo’s starting the ritual.""We can't climb that, Jack! It’s miles of bone!""We aren't climbing. We’re launching." I grabbed her waist, drawing every scrap of Void-energy from the Black-Iron core in my chest. "Hold on!"I triggered an inversion of gravity, a localized Void-burst that propelled us upward like a shot from a railgun. We soared past the clouds, the a
CHAPTER 41: THE IMPOSSIBLE CHOICE
The white light from the snapped tether didn't just blind; it screamed. It felt like my soul was being pulled through a needle's eye. I stood at the crossroads, the celestial brand on my hand burning through my glove, while the shadow of the falling Capital loomed like a guillotine."Jack! What did you do?" Elara’s voice was a jagged rasp in the physical world. The bond wasn't gone, but it was frayed, a thin wire of silver-black energy sparking between us."I’m ending the game, Elara!" I roared, my eyes fixed on Leo and the Blight-Knights on the ridge. "Leo thinks he has me in a corner. He thinks I’m the same boy who used to hide in the forge when the Inquisitors rode by!""The village is burning, Jack!" she screamed, pointing toward the columns of black smoke rising from Oakhaven. "And Bran... I can feel the army’s panic! They’re being butchered in the Plaza!""I know!" I turned to her, my face a mask of light-drinking shadow. "That’s why you’re going there. Take Silas. Take every sc
CHAPTER 40: THE GREAT BETRAYAL
The sky didn't just darken; it bruised. The weight of the descending Capital pressed down on the valley, a mountain of stone and malice dropping toward the earth. I stood among the shattered white trees, my hand still burning with the celestial brand Silas had called the Architect’s mark."Jack, look at the ridge," Elara whispered, her hand trembling in mine. Through the bond, I felt her blood turn to ice. "That’s not the Purge-Legion."A rhythmic, heavy thumping shook the ground—not the march of men, but the stride of monsters. Emerging from the grey mist was a phalanx of knights in armor that looked like obsidian glass. Their visors were open, revealing faces that were terrifyingly familiar. These weren't mutated beasts; they were the High Lords of the Capital.Leading them was a figure in gold-and-black plate, his cape a tattered wing of shadow."Leo," I spat, the Calamity Blade igniting with a desperate, flickering edge."Still playing in the dirt, Jack?" Leo stepped forward, his
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