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Chapter 540
Author: Youngblood
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"The Obsidian doesn't just corrupt bloodlines, Vane. It corrupts souls. My father lasted three years after he first encountered the powerful relics that could awaken it. Three years before he stopped recognizing his own wife."

There was this silence that followed as the candles seemed to burn lower, as if the darkness itself was pressing in.

"You may think you're different," Steven said. "You may think because you're older, because you're stronger, you can control it. But you can't. No one can.
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    Wilfreda's hand flew to her mouth. "The Children's Massacre. It's real. I thought it was a legend.""When did this happen?" Flynn asked, his voice rough."Centuries ago," Wilfreda said. "Twelve hundred years, maybe more. The story goes that a warlord in the Caucasus mountains killed a hundred children in a single night to awaken an ancient power. But I never believed it. I thought it was a fable told to frighten apprentices.""It wasn't a fable," Harry said, his white eyes filling with tears. "I can still hear them screaming. They're still screaming. Their ghosts are trapped inside the Obsidian. All of them. Every soul the darkness has ever consumed. They're still there. Still aware. Still suffering."Chance reached out and took Harry's hand. "How do we free them?"Harry's convulsions returned, violent and uncontrolled. Wilfreda held him down, shouting for help. Thorne came running from Room Four, a syringe in his hand."Hold him still!" Thorne commanded.Chance and Flynn pinned Harry

  • Chapter 543

    The drive to the clinic was a blur of dark streets and desperate silence. Chance sat in the back of the SUV with Steven's head in his lap, one hand pressed against his father's chest to feel the shallow rhythm of his heartbeat.Harry was in the third row, his head lolling against the window, his face pale and slick with sweat."How much farther?" Chance asked."Five minutes," Susan said. "Maybe less."Steven's eyes fluttered open. "Brenda," he whispered. "Did you call Brenda?""She's meeting us there," Chance said. Steven nodded weakly, then his eyes drifted closed again."Stay with me, Dad," Chance said, tightening his grip. "You're not allowed to die. Not after everything."Steven's lips twitched—almost a smile. "Bossy," he murmured. "Just like your mother."Chance's throat tightened. He said nothing.The clinic was a nondescript building on the edge of the city, wedged between a shuttered warehouse and a laundry mat. No sign marked its purpose, no windows revealed its interior. Bu

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    Steven didn't look back. He plunged into the darkness of the tunnel, his bare feet slapping against the cold stone, his lungs burning, his vision swimming. The walls seemed to twist and shift around him, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.Behind him, he heard Vane's footsteps—not pursuing, not yet. Vane was still screaming, still clutching his wounded arm. The iron was doing something to him, something that slowed him down.Steven thanked whatever god might be listening for that small mercy.The tunnel branched. Left or right? He didn't know. He chose left, then right again, then ducked through a narrow archway that seemed to appear out of nowhere. The stone scraped his shoulders, his back, his already-raw wrists."Father!"Chance's voice again—closer now, but still distant. Steven tried to call back, but his throat was too dry, his breath too shallow. All that came out was a rasping wheeze.He kept running.***In the library passage, Chance froze.He had heard something—a scream,

  • Chapter 541

    Chance closed his eyes. He could feel Vane's attention like a physical weight, pressing down on him from the darkness."I've been waiting for you, Chance O'Connor," Vane said. "Your father told me you would come. He begged me not to hurt you. It was quite touching, actually. The great Steven O'Connor, reduced to pleading."Chance's hands curled into fists."But I made him a promise," Vane continued. "I told him I wouldn't kill you. And I intend to keep that promise."A pause."I'll let you watch while I kill the others first."The footsteps resumed—faster now, more purposeful. Vane was moving toward their section of the library.Chance looked at Harry. Harry looked at Flynn. Flynn looked at Wilfreda.And Wilfreda, despite Flynn's hand over her mouth, pointed at a shelf directly behind Vane's position.Chance followed her finger and saw it—a thick leather-bound journal sitting at the edge of a shelf, slightly askew, as if someone had recently placed it there.Flynn understood first. He

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    The entrance to the tunnels was a cracked drainage grate behind the ruins of the old Cathedral rectory, half-hidden by overgrown ivy and decades of neglect. Flynn wrenched the grate open with a grunt, rust flaking off into the darkness below. A breath of cold air rushed up from the opening—damp, ancient, and carrying a faint metallic smell that made Chance's skin prickle."Ladies first," Flynn muttered, stepping aside.Wilfreda ignored him, and stepped in as well."Harry was right," she said quietly. "There's something down there pulling at the earth's own sense of direction. Vane's work, without question."Chance clicked on a flashlight and aimed it into the hole. The beam illuminated rough stone walls, old brickwork, and a narrow staircase descending into absolute black. "How far do your visions reach, Harry?"Harry closed his eyes, pressing his fingers to his temples. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. "I see him. Your father. He's... he's chained

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