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Chapter Eighty-Nine: Ashes of the Self
The ember shattered. Jason’s scream was silent, swallowed by the collapse. One moment he was in the titan’s grasp, his body torn apart by fire and shadow.The next, he stood inside a realm of fragments, shards of memory and light suspended in an endless void of ash. Each shard glowed faintly, pulsing like fragile stars. He recognized them instantly.His daughter’s smile. The day his wife left. The scar on his palm from when he first trained with a blade. The long nights in the hospital, working until exhaustion blurred into numbness.Pieces of a life, scattered, spinning away into the dark.“No…” Jason staggered forward, reaching for one shard. It slipped through his fingers, turning to ash. Another followed, then another, as though the void itself was feeding on his past.A voice slithered through the emptiness. Even here, you cannot hold yourself together. You are nothing but tinder for my hunger. The Nameless Hunger had followed him inside.Jason spun, ashfire flickering weakly ar
Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Ember’s Shatter
The titan’s claw closed around him. Jason’s body splintered into ash, fragments torn loose and sucked into the storm. His ember-heart flared wildly, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface as the pressure mounted.The sound was deafening, a chorus of grinding stone, screaming voices, and the low, endless hunger gnawing at existence itself.He couldn’t breathe, though he no longer needed breath. He couldn’t think, though his mind burned. Every part of him strained to hold together under the titan’s grip, but piece by piece, he was unraveling.The Nameless Hunger’s voice resonated through his very core: Fragile ember. I will hollow you. I will wear you. Through you, I will walk this world again.Jason spat a curse, his voice raw and ragged. “You’ll wear nothing but my ashes.”His ember erupted, spearing light through the titan’s hand. The claw recoiled, but not fully. The titan laughed, an awful, cavernous sound that bent the storm around them.Jason dropped, slamming into what passed f
Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Nameless Hunger
The storm closed over him like the jaws of a beast. Jason tumbled weightless, ashfire scattering into spirals of light that were instantly devoured by the whirling darkness.He tried to re-form, to anchor himself, but there was no ground, no horizon, only the endless churn of ash and void.The voice came again, not booming but intimate, curling against his ear like breath: The King was but a shadow. I am what cast it.Jason forced his form together, staggering upright in the storm. His ember burned erratically, every flare threatening to shatter him apart. “Show yourself,” he growled, his hollow sockets burning crimson.The storm obeyed. From the ashes, shapes emerged, faces, thousands of them, all human, all screaming silently. Jason’s gut twisted.They weren’t illusions. They were remnants, memories devoured and imprisoned by this thing. One face stood out. His daughter’s.Jason’s ashfire faltered. He reached out instinctively, his hand trembling. But the moment his ash touched her
Chapter Eighty-Six: The Ashfire Unleashed
The world was breaking. The scarred cavern split wider as Jason took another step forward. The ash beneath his feet ignited into streaks of red fire, but this was no ordinary flame.It burned without smoke, without heat, fire that did not consume, only revealed. Everywhere it touched, reality warped. Shadows cracked like glass.Stone pulsed like flesh. The Sovereign King, half-shattered and bleeding void, staggered backward with a cry that was more terror than rage.Jason raised his head fully now, the hollow sockets of his eyes blazing with crimson light. His voice, when it came, was layered: a chorus of the man he had been, the flame that had carried him, and something stranger, rawer, the echo of ashfire itself.“You should have left me in the dark.”The King’s ruined jaw clenched. “You are not alive,” he hissed. “You are an aberration. A mistake!”Jason’s ashfire shape pulsed brighter. “Then I’ll be the mistake that ends you.”The Sovereign King lunged. Shadows lashed out like spe
Chapter Eighty-Five: Ashes Between Worlds
The silence was unbearable. After the roar, the collapse, the storm of annihilation, there was nothing. The city’s cries had vanished.The molten chasm had quieted into a lake of cooling stone. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The cavern was gone.Half the metropolis had caved in, leaving a scar across the earth, a yawning wound that smoked with dying embers. And at its center stood the Sovereign King. Or what remained of him.His body was carved nearly in half, one side a bleeding ruin of shadows barely clinging together. His chest gaped open, ribs like broken black glass, the void inside leaking darkness into the air. His arm, the one Jason had burned through, was nothing but ash, scattering in the faint breeze.Yet his head lifted. His single remaining eye burned with hatred. And in his other hand, he clutched nothing, only empty air, where Jason’s ember had been extinguished.The King staggered, almost collapsing. His breaths came ragged, guttural. But a thin smile cracked
Chapter Eighty-Four: Heart of Fire
The cavern was silent for the first time since the inferno began. Jason stood frozen, the King’s abyssal hand buried in his chest of flame.The sound was not of flesh tearing, it was the hiss of fire being devoured, the shriek of something fundamental unraveling. His outline shuddered, wavering like a candle about to die.The King’s grin was jagged and hideous. Shadows poured down his arm, sinking into Jason’s chest, trying to wrap around the pulsing core of flame within him.“I told you, fire cannot exist without a vessel,” the King hissed. His face pressed close to Jason’s, eyes glimmering with cruel victory. “And you… are no vessel. You are a mistake.”Jason’s voice rasped through the roar of the flames. “If I’m a mistake… then why are you bleeding?”The King’s grin faltered for an instant. Jason’s hand shot up, grabbing the Sovereign’s wrist. Fire surged, searing through the abyssal flesh.The King screamed as Jason’s grip tightened, burning deeper, higher, devouring his arm up to
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