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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty – Into the Core
It wasn’t falling, It wasn’t drowning, It was collision.Denilson and Jenna slammed into each other, not body to body, but soul to soul. Their memories tangled in an explosion of light and shadow, spinning through the gut of Nýxoros into its burning core.The abyss convulsed around them, delighted. Its voice thundered through every fragment of thought, two for one. Twice the flame to consume.Denilson roared, wings erupting from his back, his scar blazing so hot it split his skin. He tried to shield her, but the void peeled him apart again, reducing him to strands of rage and grief.Jenna clung to him, her hands glowing faintly, trying to anchor them both. “Denilson, don’t let it take you!”, but when she shouted his name, he blinked, confused.“Deni, who?” Her breath caught, the name was gone.The abyss bent itself into a stage of horrors. Faces crawled out of its walls, familiar, half-forgotten, erased. His mother without eyes. His brother without voice. Jenna, repeated a thousand ti
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Nine – The Name Devoured
Denilson gasped as the syllables dissolved in his throat. He tried again, screaming into the abyss,“Je, Jen”Nothing. The sound collapsed into static, The abyss had eaten the name. His scar flared, trying to rebuild it, but the space was empty, hollowed. He grasped for her laugh, her eyes, her warmth, and though fragments burned faintly, the center was gone.The gut of Nýxoros pulsed, delighted, You are less. Denilson staggered, wings fraying. “No… I”The Shadow King’s laughter rasped in his mind. You thought you could keep her whole? This is the cost of defiance. Anchor yourself or you are already dead. “I won’t let her go!”You already have, Jenna collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest, It wasn’t pain. It was absence. A hollow tearing, As if something had stolen her reflection from every mirror in existence.“Denilson…” she whispered.Roland staggered to her side, scar blazing weakly. “What’s wrong?”She shook her head, trembling. “I don’t know, I can’t feel him, like, like I
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight – The Gut of Nýxoros
It tore him apart, the vortex’s hunger shredded Denilson’s wings into ribbons of burning shadow. His sword shattered, fragments of its edge dissolving before they touched the void. His body was stretched thin, unspooled into threads of memory.He felt himself scatter, into fragments of laughter, scars, grief. A thousand pieces of who he was scattered into the pull, hold.The Shadow King’s voice cracked through his mind, Thin, Fading, Anchor. Or be nothing.Denilson roared, forcing his scar to blaze, knitting himself back together in ragged defiance. The implosion sucked him deeper.He fell, but falling wasn’t the word. This was not down, or forward, or any direction a body could endure. He plummeted through the absence of shape, through the gut of something too vast to be mapped.The titan had been the outer husk, This, was digestion.He saw them in flashes: the remnants of gods screaming without voices, civilizations reduced to stains, suns extinguished mid-birth, and yet, through th
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven – The Titan of Erasure
The ground, if it could be called that, cracked under silence. The titan’s foot fell, not with thunder, but with subtraction. Every fragment of the broken landscape erased beneath its step, vanishing without even dust to mark its passing.It loomed above Denilson, faceless yet formed, its head crowned with the ruins of a thousand devoured worlds. Its body was stitched together from erased fragments, half a god’s rib, the arm of a planet, the shadow of a civilization’s prayer, and all of it stared down with nothing.The Shadow King muttered beside him, voice half-gone, fading with every syllable.“This… is what we become if we lose.”The titan moved again, Its presence alone was annihilation. Denilson felt his grip on himself falter, his wings flickered out of existence for two heartbeats before reforming, weaker, fraying at the edges, His sword dimmed, The memory of forging it with his will stuttered.You are already unraveling, the Devourer’s voice murmured through the titan’s frame.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six – The Maw of Nothing
There was no impact, When the jaws of Nýxoros closed, Denilson expected pain, fire, obliteration. But instead, silence.He opened his eyes, There was no body, No breath, Not even his heartbeat. All that remained was awareness, fraying at the edges. The scar across his chest flickered faintly, a burning star in the ocean of nothing. It was the only proof that he had ever been alive.The Devourer had no stomach, no flesh, no inside. Its gut was absence. A place where things did not rot but ceased, and already, pieces of him were vanishing.His memories of childhood, gone, His first scar, gone. The sound of Jenna’s laughter, blurred, fading.He clutched his head, screaming into the void. “No! Not that! Not her!” A flicker beside him.The Shadow King stumbled into view, but even he was broken, his crown fading in and out, his flames dissolving into smoke.“This…” his voice trembled, fractured into echoes. “This is no prison. This is digestion.”He raised his hand, and three of his fingers
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five – Birth of the Devourer
The void screamed, Denilson’s blade had cut through the Eye’s pulsing heart, but instead of death, there was birth.The black fire cracked like glass, shattering outward in a rain of burning shards. Every shard held a memory, a life, a scream, and as they fell, the abyss quaked, twisting into something unrecognizable.Denilson was thrown back, his wings broken, his chest seared raw. He struck the rivers of blood-faces, and they dissolved beneath him, collapsing into raw energy that seared every vein.The Shadow King staggered beside him, his crown flickering. “Fool… you didn’t kill it. You woke it, From the broken core, a shape rose, Not an eye. Not hunger in disguise. Something worse.Its form was shifting, infinite and finite all at once, arms made of galaxies, a spine of collapsing suns, a ribcage forged from entire civilizations screaming in unison. Its face was a void, and within that void a mouth tore open, lined not with teeth but universes.Every word it spoke was a devouring.
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