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Chapter 22- the hollow place
There was no darkness.That surprised Matteo more than fear ever had.He expected blackness, suffocation, pain—some crushing pressure that would pulverize him into nothing. Instead, there was space. Endless and pale, stretching in all directions without horizon or edge. The ground beneath his feet was smooth and colorless, like stone worn down by centuries of prayer. When he moved, no sound followed. No echo. No confirmation that he still belonged to anything physical.He checked himself instinctively.His wounds were gone.The torn muscle in his leg, the gash in his ribs, the burning fatigue that had lived in his bones only moments before—silenced. Not healed. Absent. As if they’d never existed.Matteo clenched his fists.No blade.The Confessor’s Blade was gone.That realization struck harder than any injury. He turned slowly, scanning the empty expanse, heart pounding louder than it ever had during battle.“Don’t do this,” he muttered. “I didn’t come here to be alone.”The place an
Chapter 21- The Measure of What Remains
The storm should have drowned everything.Instead, it bent.Rain fell sideways around the second colossus, bending and scattering as if afraid to touch it for too long. The thing stood half-buried in the city, its legs embedded deep into broken streets and collapsed transit tunnels. It was not stitched together like the earlier titan. This one was deliberate. Shaped. Formed with intention.Matteo had the strangest thought that it had chosen its appearance carefully.The Confessor’s Blade pulled at his arm as if resisting gravity, its weight pressing deeper into his bones. His vision blurred—not from injury, but from pressure. The closer the colossus leaned toward the city, the heavier everything inside him became.The mysterious figure landed behind him without sound, boots touching water but barely disturbing the surface. Their staff flickered faintly, struggling to remain lit.“This is not an executioner,” they said. “It’s an adjudicator.”Matteo exhaled slowly. “So it decides who l
Chapter 20 - Overrun
Rain hammered the broken street as Matteo shoved himself upright, ribs aching where the titan had slammed him into the ground. Mist churned ahead, thickening before forming into the Wraith commander. Its jagged grin stretched too wide.“You’re still standing? I expected you to stay down with the rest of the weak.”Matteo spat blood into the puddles. “Then you don’t know me.”“I know you perfectly,” the Wraith hissed. “A killer pretending to be righteous. A butcher hoping for forgiveness.”Matteo tightened his grip on the Confessor’s Blade. “Keep talking. It won’t save you.”“I don’t need saving—you do.”A tendril slammed into the street, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward. Matteo dodged, rolling through rainwater and broken glass. He surged back to his feet, blade slicing through a smaller tendril. It dissolved with a sizzling hiss.Above them, the titan roared again—louder, angrier—shaking windows from surrounding buildings.A faint glow flickered on a balcony high above. The myste
Chapter 19 — Reflections in the Storm
The storm broke over the city with a violence that felt personal.Rain hammered the rooftops in relentless sheets, turning the neon-lit skyline into a distorted watercolor of collapsing lights. Matteo crouched atop the rusted billboard frame, coat whipping in the wind, raindrops stinging his face like cold needles. Below him, the streets convulsed with chaos—shattered vehicles, flickering street-lamps, panicked civilians running through rivers of oily water.And amidst it all moved the colossal shadow.Fifty feet tall, vaguely humanoid, its surface churned like smoke infused with lightning. Tendrils whipped from its back, smashing cars and ripping through the pavement. Each step it took made the ground tremble. Wraiths clustered around its feet, exhaling mist that warped the air.Matteo exhaled slowly, gripping the hilt of the Confessor’s Blade. The relic pulsed faintly under his fingers, as if sensing the magnitude of what stood before them."Found you," he whispered.A presence swir
Chapter 18 — Colossus in the Shadows
The streets of the lower district were a storm of chaos. Neon reflections shimmered on wet asphalt, punctuated by the screams of Wraiths and the mechanical screech of Syndicate reinforcements. Matteo sprinted across crumbling rooftops, blade in hand, eyes fixed on the towering silhouette emerging from the haze.It was massive—black and gold shadow limbs, eyes glowing molten, tendrils writhing like serpents. Each movement caused the street below to quake. Civilians scattered, screaming, as Syndicate operatives scrambled to contain the creature."This… this isn’t natural," one operative shouted, raising a rifle."No," Matteo muttered, blade spinning, slicing a Wraith mid-air. "But it can be fought."From above, the mysterious figure hovered on a rooftop, staff glowing faintly. "It tests you, Confessor. Not just strength, but judgment. Strike where it falters.""Judgment… right," Matteo replied, leaping down into the chaos.The colossal shadow lunged, tendrils smashing into a parked car,
Chapter 17 — The Hunt Spreads
The city was a labyrinth of shadows, neon, and rain. From the rooftops, Matteo watched the streets churn with Syndicate operatives and lurking Wraiths, all converging toward the chaos he had already unleashed. The apex spire loomed behind him, its broken windows reflecting streaks of lightning."You cannot hope to control them all," the mysterious figure called from a nearby rooftop, staff glowing faintly. "The Syndicate spreads like a virus, and the Wraiths are its immune system. Pick your battles.""I don’t need to control them," Matteo replied, voice low but firm. "I just need to survive—and make sure they pay for what they’ve done."A hail of plasma fire erupted from the street below. Matteo rolled behind a broken neon sign, sparks flying as bullets ricocheted off exposed metal. Two Wraiths emerged from the alley, tendrils snapping."We can’t let him reach the lower districts!" one Syndicate operative shouted."Watch him!" hissed the Wraith commander, reforming partially, mist cur
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