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Chapter 23: The Throat of the Void
Author: Grep-pens
last update2025-06-24 01:41:04

The stars grew dim as the ship crossed into uncharted skies. Below them stretched a land that maps refused to show a vast dead region called the Throat of the Void, where nothing grew, no wind blew, and even magic grew still. It was the graveyard of forgotten gods. A place where names went to die.

Alan stood at the helm. Each breath he took felt heavier. The Seventh Pillar pulsed faintly inside his chest, not like a power waiting to be used, but a question waiting to be asked.

And the closer they drew, the louder that question became: “Do you deserve the truth?”

The airship could go no farther. The moment its shadow crossed into the Throat’s rim, its runes flickered and died. Gravity twisted sideways. Time unraveled. They disembarked in silence.

The ground below was black sand, dry and echoless. No insects. No life. Only bones and ash. Colossal skeletons half-buried in the earth whispered of gods who had once ruled, fallen, and been forgotten.

Kaela looked around, uneasy. “This place
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