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Author: Samster_x
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~Laurent

The moment Aurelion whispered, “What the hell is going on?”

—I knew something inside this sanctum had shifted in a way that even he didn’t understand.

But I didn’t answer him.

I couldn’t.

All my senses pulled tight like strings ready to snap.

The soldiers around us — the Celestial Legion he’d praised so confidently — stood unnervingly still. Too still. Even for divine constructs. Stillness can be peaceful. This wasn’t. This was the stillness found in things that have been emptied.

I scanned the hall.

That perfect gold glow the Vale radiated?

Gone.

Dimmed.

Replaced with an odd, grayish tint creeping along the edges of pillars, dissolving colour like rot spreading through cloth.

Aurelion didn’t notice at first.

His breath came uneven — something I didn’t know gods were capable of.

He lifted his hand toward the closest soldier, intending to inspect him, I guess. But the moment his light touched the soldier’s armor, the glow rippled wrong. Like light bending around
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    ~Laurent We stepped out of the ruined chamber, the corrupted mana still clinging to the walls like residue from a nightmare that hadn’t fully dissipated. I barely made it three steps into the camp we'd set up before a familiar voice groaned from behind a collapsed pillar. “Are you two planning to leave me here to die or what?” Kendrix. Obviously. He had woken up. I was hoping we could go and get back without waking him but I guess that wasn't possible. He pushed himself upright with a wince so sharp it almost folded him back in half. Blood stained the side of his shirt, dried into a deep brown patch. His hair was a mess. His breathing uneven. But his expression? Bored. Deeply, profoundly bored.Calista blinked. “Aren't you supposed to be resting?" He gave her a flat stare. “You're not even supposed to be here.” He limped toward us, one hand pressed to his ribs like he was holding himself together through stubbornness alone. "So where are we going next from here?" "We are go

  • 171

    ~Laurent We stepped out of the ruined chamber, the corrupted mana still clinging to the walls like residue from a nightmare that hadn’t fully dissipated. I barely made it three steps into the camp we'd set up before a familiar voice groaned from behind a collapsed pillar. “Are you two planning to leave me here to die or what?” Kendrix. Obviously. He had woken up. I was hoping we could go and get back without waking him but I guess that wasn't possible. He pushed himself upright with a wince so sharp it almost folded him back in half. Blood stained the side of his shirt, dried into a deep brown patch. His hair was a mess. His breathing uneven. But his expression? Bored. Deeply, profoundly bored.Calista blinked. “Aren't you supposed to be resting?" He gave her a flat stare. “You're not even supposed to be here.” He limped toward us, one hand pressed to his ribs like he was holding himself together through stubbornness alone. "So where are we going next from here?" "We are go

  • 170

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  • 169

    ~Laurent The hum of the ritual thrummed in my ears, a low, insistent vibration that made my teeth ache. Calista was stiff, frozen, her limbs locked by a spell I didn't recognize. They picked the wrong person to mess with. I stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. The dust on the floor shifted beneath my boots. My shadow stretched long, flickering across the runes carved into the stone. “The first hand that reaches for her dies." The word wasn’t loud. I didn’t need it to be. It carried weight. Authority. Presence. The chanting faltered. A flicker of light—torchlight or magic, I couldn’t tell—hit me. They saw me. Recognition hit them like a hammer. I was Laurent Draven. The one who had killed the Monster Monarch. The boy who single handedly killed a whole army of monsters. They had every reason to be scared. Calista’s spell broke. Her body went slack, then wobbled as she took a staggered step forward. The Arcanists’ eyes widened. Whispers ran through them, sharp and frighte

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  • 167

    ~Laurent The ash from the clone still drifted in the stale air, settling like black snow around my boots. The system’s last soft chime faded, and the silence that followed felt too big—like the city itself was holding its breath. Kendrix was slumped against the broken column, chest rising in slow, ragged pulls. His eyes were unfocused, shaking with leftover terror. Calista hovered near him, torn between giving him space and checking if he was even still conscious. I crouched in front of him. “Kendrix,” I said quietly. “Talk to me. How bad did it get?” His gaze flicked up—sharp for a second, like the name anchored him. Then he exhaled, a heavy, hollow sound. “It all started three months ago when you left." I blinked. “Three what?” Calista straightened, startled. “Three months? Laurent—how long were you gone?” I stared at nothing. The Celestial Vale… the Time Vein… the journey through ancient lands… “It didn’t feel like that,” I muttered. “It felt like days. Maybe a week.” Ke

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