Chapter 125
Author: GRACE
last update2026-06-24 23:31:35
The medical wing of Valhalla Academy was a forest of white curtains and cold glass. Usually, the lights were bright and the air was full of the quiet hum of healing machines. But tonight, the power was low. The "Blackout" had turned the wing into a world of long, jagged shadows.

Elara sat at a small desk in the corner. She was surrounded by glowing screens that showed the heartbeats of her few remaining patients. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red from a week of no sleep. She was a healer
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  • Chapter 130

    Silas didn't answer. He turned the machine on.Whirrrrrrr. The motors began to moan. The hydraulic fluid hissed through the pipes. The massive steel piston began to move upward, preparing for its strike.Silas took his right hand. He laid it flat on the anvil. His hand looked tiny. It looked like a piece of paper sitting under a falling mountain."Watch the data, Elara," Silas said.He pressed the "Cycle" button with his left hand. The hydraulic press dropped. BOOM.The impact shook the entire workshop. Dust fell from the ceiling. A loud, high-pitched scream filled the air, the sound of the machine’s motors struggling to finish the movement.The two-ton steel piston hit Silas’s forearm.Elara covered her eyes. She expected to hear the sound of bones snapping. She expected to see the blood of her brother spray across the room.But the sound she heard was different. It was the sound of a car hitting a wall of solid rock. GRRRRRRRR-SCREE.Elara opened her eyes. The hydraulic press had st

  • Chapter 129

    The room Silas called the Iron Crucible was no longer just a room. It was a tomb for the boy he used to be.The air was frozen, but Silas Kapito did not feel the cold. The lights were flickering with a dying orange glow, but he did not feel the heat. He sat on the floor, his back against a massive water pipe. His skin was the color of a rainy morning, a pale, ghost-like grey. But it was the silence that was the loudest thing in the room.Inside his head, the noise was gone. The constant "background music" of being human, the itch of a shirt, the throb of a healing bruise, the tiny stings of cold air, had been erased. Elara had done her job well. She had stripped his nerves. She had closed the gates of pain.Silas looked at his hands. They felt heavy, like two blocks of stone. He could move them perfectly. He could tap his fingers against the floor. But there was no feeling of "touch." He knew he was touching the floor because he could see his fingers move. He could hear the click of

  • Chapter 128

    Silas did not move for a minute. Then, his chest began to rise and fall. He took a breath. It was a slow, rhythmic breath. Thump... thump... thump...Elara looked at her monitor. "Heart rate is 50 beats per minute. Steady. Blood pressure is... perfect."Silas sat up. He moved slowly, like a machine that had just been oiled. He looked at his hands. They felt like they belonged to someone else. He could feel the weight of his fingers, and he could feel the texture of the air against his skin, but there was no "noise."Usually, a human body is always sending small signals of discomfort. A slight itch, a cold breeze, the weight of clothes. But for Silas, those signals were gone. He felt nothing but his own will.Elara stood up. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, sharp scalpel. "I have to test it," she said. Her voice was full of fear. "If the insulation is wrong, if there is a leak... you could go into shock later."Silas held out his left arm. "Do it," he said.Elara took h

  • Chapter 127

    The "Iron Crucible" was a room that did not want anyone to stay. It was a small, round chamber hidden deep inside the cooling vents of Sector D. The walls were made of heavy iron plates that were always wet with a strange, oily sweat. It smelled like a hospital that had been built inside a junk yard, copper, sharp chemicals, and the dusty scent of old machines.Silas Kapito sat on a low metal stool in the center of the room. He was naked from the waist up. His skin was very pale, but it looked different now. It had a dull, grey shimmer, like the surface of a cloud. This was the "Iron-Grey" hue, the sign that his bones were no longer made of soft calcium. They were a lattice of silver and stone.His sister, Elara, stood behind him. She was holding a small, silver tray. On the tray were the tools of a nightmare: a micro-laser scalpel that glowed with a tiny blue light, and a specialized conductive probe that looked like a long, thin needle made of glass."Silas," Elara whispered. Her

  • Chapter 126

    "They're here," Ren’s voice came over Silas’s radio. "Silas! The drones are at the elevator! We're holding the stairs, but we can't stop the flyers!"Silas let go of Elara’s hand. He turned toward the door, reaching for the Black-Iron sword leaning against the wall."Wait," Elara said.Silas stopped.Elara was standing by the high-frequency surgical table. She was holding a pair of neural-needles, long, thin spikes of silver that hummed with a dangerous energy. Her face was set in a mask of grim determination. She looked like she had just aged ten years in ten seconds."I won't let them take you," she said. her voice was no longer shaking. "If you're going to be a monster, then you're going to be my monster."She pointed to the table. "Lie down. I can't do the full cauterization in this light, but I can strip the primary pain-gates in your spine. It will take five minutes."Silas looked at her. He saw the "core struggle" in her eyes, the battle between her oath as a nurse and her love

  • Chapter 125

    The medical wing of Valhalla Academy was a forest of white curtains and cold glass. Usually, the lights were bright and the air was full of the quiet hum of healing machines. But tonight, the power was low. The "Blackout" had turned the wing into a world of long, jagged shadows.Elara sat at a small desk in the corner. She was surrounded by glowing screens that showed the heartbeats of her few remaining patients. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red from a week of no sleep. She was a healer in a school that only wanted to produce killers.The heavy steel door at the end of the hallway groaned. Clink. Clink. Clink.Elara didn't need to look up to know who it was. She knew that sound. It was the sound of Silas Kapito’s footsteps—steps that were too heavy for a boy his size. Every time his feet hit the floor, the metal tiles gave a tiny, sharp cry.Silas walked out of the shadows. He was stripped to the waist. His skin was the color of a rainy sky, and the silver-lattice marrow in his

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