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CHAPTER 311
The storm spat him out like a dying thing exhaling its final breath. Caster stumbled as his boots hit broken pavement. Air cracked around him in thin lightning arcs. Behind him, the swirling rift twisted with red and pale gold light, screaming as it sealed itself shut. The last beam of fractured color stretched across the sky, then vanished completely. Silence followed. A heavy, eerie silence.Caster lifted his head, breathing hard. His cloak clung to him, wet from the storm he had just crossed. Tiny threads of Skell essence flickered across his arms like faint veins of crystal. Each pulse glowed softly before fading back into his skin.He was back. Not in the Bleeding Aether, not in the Void Corridors, but somewhere real. Somewhere familiar. Earth. Rebillion City.His chest tightened. A wave of warm air drifted across the cracked street, carrying the smell of dust and city smoke. The immediate area was nearly empty. Lights flickered inside abandoned shops. A broken cart lay overt
Chapter 310
The storm eased at last. The swirling red clouds pulled apart like curtains drawn back by invisible hands. Light filtered through the gaps in soft sheets of gold and violet, no longer sharp enough to cut the air. The ground beneath Caster’s feet steadied. The strange currents of gravity calmed until every breath felt normal again. For a long moment, no one moved.Caster stood at the edge of a cracked ridge, his cloak fluttering in the faint wind. The sky still bled in thin trails, but the violent thunder had quieted. The plane seemed exhausted, as though it had spent centuries fighting itself and now begged for a moment of peace.Sethra leaned against a shattered crystal pillar, trying to catch her breath. Brann sat on the ground nearby, staring at his trembling hands. The silence pressed down on them, stretching long and thin.Caster finally spoke. “We survived,” he murmured.His voice sounded too soft for a battlefield, but it matched the strange stillness around them. It carried
Chapter 309
The moment Caster stepped through the unstable rift, the world spun sideways. He fell forward onto ground that did not feel like ground. It shifted like soft clay and rippled beneath his palms. The air smelled like metal and burning ink. Above him, the sky tore itself apart in long spirals of red, gold, and black, each color crashing into the other like storms locked in a fight.Sethra stumbled next to him, dropping to one knee as her satchel spilled glowing parchment. Brann crashed onto his back with a groan. Miren stood upright the instant she arrived, her staff pressed against the ground as if she were standing on calm earth rather than a living tempest.Caster pushed himself up and scanned the plane. The Bleeding Aether. It was worse than he expected.The sky was not single but a cracked dome of swirling storms. Razor-thin shards of light hung suspended like frozen lightning. The ground curved unevenly, rising in slopes that moved under his feet. Every breath he took echoed in
Chapter 308
The sky at the boundary of The Bleeding Aether did not look like a sky. It looked like a torn wound across reality itself. Red light dripped downward in thin streams, falling like blood from a broken horizon. Every drop shimmered before turning into mist that floated upward again, as if gravity itself had forgotten which way was down.Caster stood with his cloak whipping behind him, the sharp winds pushing against his back as if trying to force him to turn around. The ground beneath his boots was not steady earth but a trembling sheet of pale stone, cracked in spirals as though the whole plane were breathing under the surface. With every inhale of the earth, the air shook. With every exhale, a new patch of land shifted sideways.Miren, Sethra, and Brann stood behind him. Their faces were pale with tension, and their eyes kept flicking to the bleeding horizon that pulsed like a living wound.Sethra’s voice came first, soft but strained. “So this is The Bleeding Aether.”Brann mutte
CHAPTER 307
The sky above the dead plane was gray and silent, like a sheet of cold metal stretched across a forgotten world. Ardis Valen stepped through the thin crack of a dying rift and landed on dust that once held life. The ground gave a soft crunch beneath his boots. Ash rose in a slow swirl, drifting in circles before settling again.He scanned the horizon. Empty. Shattered. Abandoned. A perfect place for a ghost.Ardis tightened his grip on the tracking device strapped to his forearm. The screen pulsed with faint blue light, showing traces of a mana signature he had been following for daysA signature the Council insisted did not exist. Caster Spellbound.Ardis exhaled, long and slow. “This should not be possible. You should be dead.”The wind shifted, carrying the echo of distant thunder. The dead plane groaned as if remembering old pain. Ardis stepped forward, cloak dragging a thin line behind him. His eyes remained locked on the glowing trace.It felt like guilt. It felt like hope. I
CHAPTER 306
The morning rose slowly over the Archive Wastes, a pale light sliding across ink-black sands and parchment trees. Thin curls of mist drifted through the air, swirling around the floating shelves and broken pillars that jutted from the ground like the ribs of a dead library. Caster stood at the center of the clearing, his cloak brushing the cracked pages beneath his feet, his breath steady but tense.Today they would decode the Skell essence map. He could feel the crystal shard pulsing inside his pocket, faint and cold, like a heartbeat that did not belong to him. Eidric’s presence flickered somewhere inside that pulse, sometimes a whisper, sometimes a laugh, always waiting.Sethra knelt on the ground beside him, drawing long spiraling runes in a circle with a piece of glowing chalk she crafted the night before. Each rune twisted in gentle motion as if alive. Brann hammered small crystalline conduits into the ground along the outer edge of the circle, muttering to himself as sparks
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