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Chapter 143 — “The Afterlight,” Part I

Author: Freezy-Grip

2025-10-22 16:45:22

There was no dawn, yet the world glowed as if one had tried to return. Light moved without a source, thin as breath, trembling through a sky stitched together from shattered constellations.

Islands of stone and glass drifted in suspension, their edges soft with haze, between them stretched ribbons of water that obeyed no gravity, flowing upward, sideways, in slow, luminous curls, and through that stillness, a heartbeat, faint, almost imagined.

It was Jenna’s. She lay on the surface of something like sand and starlight. When she tried to breathe, the air hummed. Her chest rose, motes of pale gold escaped her lips. She felt warmth, not sunlight, but memory itself, wrapping her like a tide.

For a long time, she didn’t move. The silence was too large, her thoughts came back in fragments: the spiral chamber, the scream of Nýxoros, Denilson’s hand. The word choice exploding through eternity.

Now, only this. A half-real Earth, remade from ashes.

She sat up slowly. The ground shifted beneath

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Chapter 171 — “The Hollow Below”
Darkness swallowed them, Not chaotic, not loud. Just a clean, endless drop. Jenna held Denilson against her chest, his cold weight unbearable in her arms as gravity tore them downward. Wind screamed silently around them, like the air itself had forgotten how to make sound.“Stay with me,” she whispered into the hollow of his neck. “Don’t you dare leave me again.”His eyes still open, still wrong did not move. His limbs hung lifeless. But she felt the slightest tremor in his fingers, a phantom reflex fighting to exist.Then, Something brushed past her, not wind, not light.Fingers. Cold hands reaching up the shaft of darkness like the dead trying to crawl out of their graves. Jenna kicked at the air, twisting them away but there was nowhere to run in freefall.Whispers rose around her, a thousand shredded voices, He belongs to the silence. Not to you. Not anymore.“Get away from him!” she snarled, pulling Denilson closer.The hands lunged again but this time they grasped something els
CHAPTER 170 — WHEN THE HEART GOES STILL
Silence. Not the peaceful kind, not the soft, night-sleeping silence of a resting world. This was the silence of a heart that had just stopped beating. Jenna hit the ground real ground this time, hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs.The surface beneath her was cracked stone, dust rising from the impact. The air was cold. Bitter cold. She pushed herself up slowly, hands trembling. Her body ached like she had been crushed and remade inside a collapsing star.“Denilson?”No response. The sky above her was a swirling mass of gray clouds without wind, thunder without sound. Islands of glowing fragments drifted like broken pieces of a dream that had forgotten how to be whole.She wasn’t inside the pulse anymore, She was somewhere after. Something skittered at the edge of her sight like a shadow trying to remember what shape it belonged to. She staggered to her feet, fighting dizziness.“Denilson,” she tried again, louder. “Say something. Please.”Her voice was swallowed by the de
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CHAPTER 168 — IN THE DREAM OF A GOD
There was no ground. There was no sky. Jenna floated in a space that was not space, a warm darkness trembling with distant pulses. Each throb of light rippled through the void like a heartbeat searching for a body.She exhaled slowly, but there was no breath, only the memory of it. The sensation of lungs. The echo of ribs. The suggestion of gravity tugging at a body that might no longer exist.She tried to open her eyes. They were already open. The dark was simply that complete. Her voice or the hope of one broke the stillness:“Denilson?”No answer, but the darkness listened.A soft shimmer answered her instead a wavering thread of gold appearing far below her, coiling upward like smoke reversed, drawn to her presence. It reached her fingertips, tasted her pulse, and blossomed into a thousand pinpricks of light.Shapes began to form. A floor of shifting stars appeared beneath her bare feet. A horizon of liquid dusk stretched outward, trembling with expectant energy as though the worl
CHAPTER 167 — THE SECOND HEARTBEAT
It began not with sound, but with weight. The world pressed inward, heavy and alive, as if a hand the size of continents had clenched around the core of the earth. The air stilled.The pulse that had guided Jenna faltered, one beat, two, and then came again, slower, deeper, older.She stopped walking. Her feet sank slightly into the luminous soil, which rippled beneath her boots like a lake of breath. Around her, the half-born terrain trembled, lines of molten gold threading through it like veins beneath translucent skin.The second heartbeat wasn’t hers. It was larger. Colder, and familiar in a way that made her knees weaken.“Denilson,” she whispered, though her voice barely existed in the thick, breathing air.The name fractured the silence. Something shifted beyond the horizon, a tremor that ran through the bones of the newborn world. And then a shape began to rise from the distance, dragging light behind it like torn cloth.A figure formed, or tried to. The being that stepped thr
CHAPTER 166 — THE PULSE BENEATH HER SKIN (Part II)
The silence was unbearable. No wind. No breath. No sound at all, only the dull vibration still ringing inside Jenna’s bones, as though the air itself were waiting to remember how to exist.The light that had erupted from the spire hung frozen in the sky, suspended mid-collapse, its threads quivering like glass filaments in the moment before they shatter. The figure stood at its center, Denilson and not Denilson, the outline of a man carved out of light and shadow both.He looked human only when she blinked. When her vision steadied, he was something else entirely: vast, winged, faceless, each motion fracturing him into impossible geometries.The curve of a shoulder became a horizon. The tilt of his head sent ripples through the still sky, and yet, beneath all that enormity, Jenna could still feel him. The ache. The quiet. The love that had once made her feel infinite.She took a single step forward. Her voice, when it came, was so small it felt like an intrusion. “Denilson?His head t

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