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Chapter Seventy-Five – A Blade Against the Abyss
The crowned vessel’s hand rose.Void-fire and white-gold light twisted around its palm, burning in spirals that warped the air itself. The battlefield shook beneath the pressure, cracks splitting the ground like veins. Wolves scattered, howling. Dynasties collapsed to their knees, clutching at the earth as though it would save them.Roland staggered upright, his broken blade trembling in his hands. His scar pulsed like molten iron, blood dripping in streams down his jaw and chest. His breath rattled, each exhale tearing his lungs, But his eyes, scarlet and blazing, never left her.“Jenna…” he whispered.The vessel tilted its head, lips curling into a smile that was hers but hollow.“You call a name that no longer exists.”Its voice was layered, hers, the Father’s, the abyss itself, Roland’s grip tightened on his shard of steel.“Then I’ll drag her back.”The vessel’s eyes blazed.“You will burn first.”Its hand snapped forward, And the battlefield erupted.Inside the abyss, Jenna fell
Chapter Seventy-Four – The Vessel of Fire
The crowned vessel thrashed in the dirt, Its wings slammed against the ground, carving deep scars into the battlefield. The crown above cracked again, shards raining sparks of black, gold, and white.And through its mouth poured screams, one voice after another, layered, broken: Jenna’s desperate cry, Denilson’s roar, the Entity’s whimper, and beneath them all, the Father’s hollow command.“Break… kneel… burn… submit…”The wolves howled in confusion, scattering across the field, their eyes wide and wild. Dynasties fell on their faces, some wailing, others chanting prayers that dissolved into sobs.Roland staggered forward, blood soaking his scar. His legs shook, but his eyes blazed.He shouted above the chaos:“DENILSON! JENNA! HOLD ON!”The crowned vessel jerked its head toward him. Its eyes flickered, void, then gold, then white, And for a heartbeat, Jenna’s voice broke free.“…Roland… help me…”Inside the abyss, Jenna’s body burned like a sun, Her glowing form had cracked wide, ve
Chapter Seventy-Three – When the Voice Breaks
The crowned vessel opened its mouth, And the world cracked.The first syllable wasn’t sound, it was collapse. Grass withered into ash. Stones bled dust. Wolves howled once and fell silent, their bodies seizing in unnatural paralysis. Dynasties screamed, clutching their ears as blood spilled between their fingers.Roland’s scar burst like fire, crimson lightning crawling across his face and chest, searing into the dirt beneath him. His vision blurred red, but he dragged himself upright on shaking arms, teeth gritted through blood.“Don’t… you… dare…” he gasped, pointing the broken shard of his blade toward the crowned figure.The vessel’s void gaze fixed on him, and the Father’s voice thundered through Denilson’s lips.“You are less than dust. Be unmade.”The ground erupted. A wave of nothingness ripped toward Roland, devouring everything in its path.He roared, scar blazing, raising his shard against the tide, And for a heartbeat it held, But his knees buckled, and blood gushed from h
Chapter Seventy-Two – The Voice of Nothing
The crowned body convulsed.Wings snapped and reformed, bones cracking in jagged bursts as black, gold, and white bled together into something new. The crown above dimmed, its shards knitting back into a single, perfect ring, yet now it pulsed not as light, not as shadow, but as a void that swallowed both.The battlefield shook with every beat of that pulse. Wolves collapsed into the dirt, their spines bent. Dynasties clawed at their own throats, choking on silence.And Roland, bleeding, broken, scar blazing crimson, stared with horror as the man he had sworn to protect was dragged lower and lower into something unrecognizable.“Denilson…” he rasped, voice cracked raw.The crowned figure’s head jerked back, its eyes rolling through white, gold, black, before settling into pits of endless dark, And the Father’s voice poured through him.“He is gone. I remain."Inside the abyss, Jenna screamed as the Father’s tendrils wrapped Denilson’s soul, binding him tighter than the Entity’s chains
Chapter Seventy-One – The Father’s Hand
The abyss pressed down like an ocean with no surface.Jenna hit her knees, her glowing body dimming, her breath ripped from her chest. Beside her, Denilson buckled, blood-fire pouring from his mouth as chains rewrapped his limbs, pulling him low.And the Entity, the endless monster of shadow she had feared for so long, lay sprawled like a broken child, its hollow mask shattered into pieces, tendrils limp. Its voice, once a chorus of arrogance, whimpered.“Father… please.”The abyss-shadow towered above them, endless, faceless, formless. Its presence stretched beyond sight, beyond thought, swallowing even the concept of time.“You wore my hunger as your crown,” it whispered, not in sound, but in weight, in pressure, carved directly into their souls. “Now you will wear my hand.”Jenna screamed against the pressure, forcing her body to move. Her tears turned to sparks as they hit the ground.“No! He’s not yours, he’s not anyone’s!”The abyss-shadow turned, And though it had no face, she
Chapter Seventy – The Thing Beneath the Flesh
The crowned figure staggered back, wings snapping wide, eyes blazing gold, black, and white. The crown above pulsed violently, struggling to hold its shape.And for the first time since it merged with Denilson and Jenna, the Entity screamed.“No… NO! He was not meant to open!”Inside the abyss, Jenna stumbled, her glowing form dragged to her knees by a current stronger than fire or shadow. Denilson fell beside her, his chains reforming around him, tighter, harsher.She clawed against the void, her voice breaking.“What is it? What did he unleash?”The Entity’s mask flickered, cracks splitting its hollow face. Its tendrils writhed in panic.“The root. The seed. The first hunger. You cannot fight it. Even I was born from it.”Denilson’s golden eye widened, blood fire spilling from his mouth.“You’re… afraid.”The Entity’s hollow gaze snapped to him, its voice a whisper of terror.“Yes.”Outside, the battlefield convulsed.Marcus’s body split entirely, shredded to bone and ash. From his
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