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Chapter 151 – The First Flame’s Heirs
The light that swallowed the battlefield was not salvation. It was hunger.It tore across the ruins in waves, burning not flesh but memory shredding every soul-thread it touched. Soldiers who had survived the clash between Hollow and Radiant screamed once before being reduced to silhouettes of smoke.The earth itself blistered, carved into black glass. Kael stood at the center, sword braced, Mira’s hand locked around his. The blaze did not consume them. Instead, it circled, testing, like a predator choosing when to strike.The skeletal figures stepped fully into the world. There were three. Each moved as if their bones remembered shapes of majesty they no longer possessed.Their crowns were jagged arcs of broken fire, fused into skulls that still bore faint, indistinguishable etchings of kingship. Wings of fragmented shards twitched with every motion, each beat scattering waves of destructive resonance.The Hollow King reeled back, shadows streaming from its frame like blood. For the
Chapter 150 – The Rift’s Hunger
The earth screamed. The sword’s impact had not merely split stone, it had ruptured reality itself. Cracks lanced outward in a spiderweb, glowing veins of molten gold and shadowed black tearing across the battlefield.The storm of crown shards convulsed in the sky, no longer suspended in harmony but thrashing violently, torn between three masters: the Hollow King, the Radiant Crown bearer, and Kael.The rift widened. From its depths came not flame nor shadow, but something older. A sound like grinding teeth and whispering voices echoed up, clawing at the edges of the soul.Kael staggered back, his sword still buried in the ground, its blade glowing like a searing brand. Mira clutched his arm, her eyes wide with terror. “Kael… what did you do?”“I” His voice cracked, drowned beneath the roar of the collapsing battlefield. “I couldn’t choose. I won’t be their pawn!”Lyra’s voice cut through the chaos. “Then you’ve unleashed something worse!”The rift split wider, belching black-gold fire
Chapter 149 – The Crown’s First Flame
The battlefield was silent. Not the silence of peace, but the suffocating silence of awe. The storm of shards hung suspended midair, frozen in place, their edges glinting with predatory hunger.Even the Hollow King faltered, its fractured body trembling beneath the weight of what had risen from the light.Kael staggered, his sword shaking in his grip. Mira clutched his arm, eyes locked on the radiant figure emerging from the crack. Lyra’s breath caught, her knuckles whitening as she tightened her hold on her broken blade.The figure rose fully now, towering over the ruins. Its form blazed with golden fire, every line of its body etched in radiance that shifted like molten metal.Its face was obscured, neither man nor god, only the suggestion of features carved in light. Upon its brow hovered the outline of a crown, not broken, not shattered, but whole.The Hollow King recoiled. The fractures in its body pulsed wildly, its voice losing its terrible certainty. “Impossible… You were undo
Chapter 148 – The Shattered Storm
The storm did not descend, it consumed. A wall of molten shadow and fractured light surged outward from the Hollow King’s broken form, the ground buckling and shattering beneath its weight.Entire towers, already cracked, were pulverized into dust. The very air tore apart, screaming as if reality itself was being ripped seam by seam.Kael braced, sword raised though his arms trembled. Mira’s grip on him tightened until her nails cut through his skin, and Lyra planted her broken blade into the ground, anchoring herself against the storm.It hit them. The world turned white.Kael’s boots skidded backward, stone shattering beneath him as the sheer force pressed down. His body screamed, his veins burning as the corruption surged wildly, desperate to bend him beneath the Hollow King’s will.He snarled, forcing his eye open against the brilliance. “Mira!” he shouted, voice nearly lost in the hurricane.She answered not with words but with will. Her hands wrapped around his arm, and the bond
Chapter 147 – Shards of the Crown
The first thing Kael felt was weight. Crushing, unbearable weight. Not the kind of weight that pinned the body, but the kind that buried the soul.He clawed his way upward, dragging himself out of darkness that seemed endless, a pit with no bottom. His chest burned. His veins throbbed.And then air. He sucked in a ragged breath, coughing as his body slammed against cold stone. His eye snapped open. The battlefield. Or what was left of it.The ruins of the citadel were nothing more than charred rubble. The once proud spires had collapsed into jagged heaps, and the earth was split with glowing fractures that hissed with lingering godfire.Ash fell like snow. The sky was fractured, great cracks where light and shadow bled through, colliding in storms that made the heavens scream.Kael groaned and rolled onto his side. His body was broken bones cracked, muscles torn. The corruption in his veins had not vanished, but neither had it consumed him. It pulsed faintly, black against the human r
Chapter 146 – In the White Silence
The world had ended. Or so it seemed.Kael’s body was weightless, suspended in a white void that stretched forever in every direction. No ground. No sky. No sound. Only silence, so complete it felt like a living thing pressing against his ears.His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each one a reminder that he still existed. Barely.He looked down. His hand gripped Ryven’s sword still, but the blade flickered half crimson flame, half shadow, pulsing like a dying heartbeat.His body was worse: flesh torn and bleeding, patches of blackened corruption crawling across his veins like cracks in glass. He was breaking.Kael closed his eye, forcing the agony down. “Not yet… I’m not done.”When he opened it again, he wasn’t alone. Across the whiteness, a figure walked toward him slow, deliberate, inevitable.Tall, draped in shadowed robes that billowed without wind, crowned in jagged black flame. No face. No eyes. Only the presence, heavy and suffocating.The Hollow King. But not the mons
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