Chapter 221: Gods Among Men
Author: Rachel Holt
last update2026-02-24 15:09:19

The explosion cleared and both fighters still stood. Impossible, but there they were—Jacob wreathed in light that pushed back the shadows, Verons coated in darkness that absorbed the illumination around him. The ground between them had been carved into a crater fifty feet deep.

Neither spoke. They just attacked again, resuming the battle without pause as if the reality-breaking explosion had been nothing more than catching their breath.

Time became meaningless. The fight could have lasted minut
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  • Chapter 221: Gods Among Men

    The explosion cleared and both fighters still stood. Impossible, but there they were—Jacob wreathed in light that pushed back the shadows, Verons coated in darkness that absorbed the illumination around him. The ground between them had been carved into a crater fifty feet deep.Neither spoke. They just attacked again, resuming the battle without pause as if the reality-breaking explosion had been nothing more than catching their breath.Time became meaningless. The fight could have lasted minutes or hours or days—Jacob had no way to measure it anymore. His perception had shifted into something that experienced combat differently, each exchange of blows containing infinite complexity that unfolded across microseconds.The temple's upper levels collapsed. They fought through the falling debris, neither bothering to dodge when massive stones the size of houses crashed down around them. Jacob's light-blade carved through obstacles while Verons's shadow simply dissolved anything that touch

  • Chapter 220: Titans Clash

    Jacob burned the shadow corruption from his ribs with raw guardian energy, but the effort cost him. The Darkness was not just trying to wound him anymore—it was actively attempting invasion, using every opening Verons created to push tendrils of itself into Jacob's transformed body.His mother's warning still echoed in his mind. The price. There was always a price for power this absolute.But he could worry about prices later. Right now Verons was attacking again and Jacob had to respond or die.Their blades met and the impact sent cracks racing through what remained of the temple floor. Stone that had stood for millennia shattered like glass. The air itself rippled from the energy release, creating visible distortions that made it difficult to see clearly.Jacob countered with a technique his ancestor had used to kill a shadow demon in the year 843. The merged artifact blazed with light that forced the shadows back, creating a sphere of clarity around him where reality functioned nor

  • Chapter 219: Ancestral Power

    Jacob moved and the world bent around his motion. Not speed exactly—more like existence itself accommodated his will, rearranging space to put him where he needed to be. His blade met Verons's shadow-weapon and the impact sent shockwaves that cracked the ground beneath them.For the first time since the transformation, Verons actually had to work to defend himself.Jacob attacked with techniques he had never learned but somehow knew perfectly. A strike his great-grandfather had used to kill a demon three centuries ago. A defensive pattern his grandmother had developed while fighting Argo's invasion. Forms and styles that predated written history flowing through his body like muscle memory inherited through blood.Verons blocked the first combination but the second caught his ribs, scoring a line across shadow-flesh that actually bled. Not much—just a thin trickle of something too dark to be blood—but proof that Jacob could hurt him now."Impossible," Verons said, retreating three step

  • Chapter 218: Unification

    The five artifacts orbited Jacob's body in patterns that defied geometry. They were not moving through space normally—each one occupying multiple positions simultaneously, as if reality could not decide where they were and gave up trying to enforce consistency.Jacob felt them inside him. Not as separate objects but as extensions of his will, each one connected to different aspects of what he was becoming. Artifact one carried memories of his ancestors' first battles. Two held knowledge of mystical techniques that had been lost for generations. Three contained the pure guardian power that had protected Seron for centuries. Four was rage and determination crystallized into physical form. Five was something else entirely.Five was the Darkness.He could feel it trying to consume him from within, flooding his mind with visions of civilizations burning and reality unraveling. The entity was not just connected to the artifact—it was woven into its fundamental structure, impossible to separ

  • Chapter 217: The Realization

    Jacob held Verons suspended in the air while power from four artifacts coursed through him in ways that should have killed him instantly. His father's warnings echoed in the back of his mind—never unite the artifacts, never attempt to channel their combined power, never cross the threshold from wielder to vessel because mortal flesh was not designed to contain forces meant to shape reality.But his father had been wrong about one thing. Or maybe right in a way he had not understood.The artifacts did not want to destroy their bearer. They wanted to transform them.Jacob felt it happening to him now. His body was changing at levels too deep to perceive directly—cells restructuring, mystical pathways opening that had been dormant since birth, the barrier between physical form and pure energy beginning to dissolve.It should have terrified him. Instead it felt like coming home."You cannot do this," Verons gasped, still struggling in Jacob's grip. Shadow poured from his body but the ligh

  • Chapter 216: Rage Awakening

    Something broke inside Jacob. Not physically—the healing had addressed the broken bones and collapsed lung. This was deeper. Something fundamental that had been holding back a reservoir of power he did not know existed.Anna was dying. Right there in front of him with Verons's blade through her shoulder, blood spreading across her chest in a pattern that looked too much like the way his father's blood had spread across temple stones fifteen years ago.History repeating. The people he loved murdered by enemies who thought themselves untouchable.No.The word came from somewhere primal. Not a thought but a rejection of reality itself, a refusal to accept what was happening no matter what laws of physics or mystical power said was possible.Jacob's eyes snapped open and they were not his eyes anymore.Fire blazed in his pupils—not metaphorical flame but actual mystical energy burning so hot it distorted the air around his face. The artifacts he had been carrying responded to something in

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