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CHAPTER 260. The Chaos Mana Forge
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The air burned. Heat shimmered like ghosts above rivers of molten light. The ground was black glass, cracked in places where crimson magma pulsed beneath the surface.

Caster staggered to his feet, his skin glowing faintly gold under the reflection. Each breath felt heavy, as if the air itself weighed too much to carry.

Eidric stood beside him, silent for once, the blue runes across his bones dimming in the thick heat. “We have reached the forge,” he said softly. “The heart of Skell’s decay.”

Caster looked around. The landscape stretched endlessly, an inferno of molten rivers and jagged obsidian ridges.

Sparks of violet lightning danced across the horizon. The sky above them was broken, veins of purple light splitting through layers of darkness.

“So this is what the bottom of the world looks like,” Caster murmured.

Eidric’s hollow eyes glowed faintly. “Not the bottom. The wound.”

Caster crouched, brushing his fingers against a shard of glowing crystal embedded in the ground.

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