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CHAPTER 263. Intruder’s Signal
The fall felt endless. Caster tumbled through light and shadow, the air around him vibrating with blue energy. His staff slipped from his hand, spinning away into the void. He reached for something, anything, but there was nothing to hold on to.Eidric’s voice echoed faintly, far above him. “Spellbound!”Then the light swallowed everything. When Caster hit the ground, the impact stole his breath. He rolled onto his back, coughing, eyes blurred with afterimages.The world around him was still glowing blue. The stone beneath him was smooth and circular, etched with foreign runes that hummed like a living pulse. The air smelled of burnt ozone and cold metal. He pushed himself up slowly, blinking. The chamber he’d fallen into wasn’t part of Skell’s natural structure. It was clean, polished, built.Blue light pulsed through lines in the walls, forming geometric patterns. The design was too exact, too symmetrical. “Modern architecture,” he whispered. “Human-made.”A voice drifted from the
CHAPTER 262. Unknown Footsteps
The silence after the voice was the kind that pressed on the ears, thick, waiting, alive. Caster stood still, eyes fixed on the faint blue shimmer spreading across the horizon. The light pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to this world. Eidric broke the silence first. “It called your name.”Caster didn’t answer. His hand tightened on his staff, knuckles pale. His chest still burned from the stabilizer’s drain, every breath sharp and heavy.“That wasn’t a trick,” he said quietly. “That voice, it knew me.”Eidric’s hollow eyes flickered with faint blue light. “Everything in Skell knows you now. The plane remembers every Spellbound. It can imitate voices, even thoughts.”Caster shook his head. “No. That tone, that hesitation, that was real.”Eidric’s jaw clicked softly. “Real or not, it came from the same direction as the foreign mana pulse. That’s what should worry you.”Caster turned toward the faint glow in the distance, a rhythm of light pulsing just beyond the horiz
CHAPTER 261. The Stillborn Dawn
For the first time in what felt like forever, the sky above Skell changed color.The endless black cracks faded into soft streaks of blue. Wisps of cloud, thin, fragile, almost transparent, floated across the air. The molten rivers cooled into slow streams of dull red. Even the broken towers in the distance glowed faintly gold, reflecting something like morning light.It looked almost peaceful. Caster stood on a ridge overlooking the vast plain, his cloak torn and scorched. His staff was cracked but still alive with faint golden runes. His breath came slow, careful. He didn’t dare disturb the silence. “It’s quiet,” he murmured. “Too quiet.”Eidric stood beside him, his skeletal frame steady despite the shifting ground. “This is the calm of a wound that has stopped bleeding,” he said softly. “But not the calm of healing.”Caster watched the horizon. The light shimmered faintly, as if the world was holding its breath. “How long will it last?”Eidric tilted his head. “Until you stop br
CHAPTER 260. The Chaos Mana Forge
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. It was t
CHAPTER 259. The Rift’s Betrayal
The silence after the explosion was almost holy. Only the faint hum of dying mana filled the ruined chamber.Caster stood slowly, dust and faint embers falling from his shoulders. His hands still glowed faintly gold, veins pulsing with light that refused to fade.He looked up. The rift was gone. Or so it seemed, then the air in front of him rippled. Like a reflection disturbed by a stone, it shimmered, faint, trembling, alive.Eidric’s hollow voice echoed through the dim chamber. “It’s still open.”Caster turned. The Archivist was standing amid the debris, one arm newly repaired from spare bone fragments, runes glowing faintly. “Barely,” Caster said. “But the path isn’t stable. It’s pulsing out of rhythm.”Eidric tilted his head. “You mean it’s trying to close?”“No.” Caster’s voice dropped. “It’s breathing.”The words hung in the air, then the shimmer expanded suddenly, the faint outline of the Blackthorn Path forming again. It looked thinner than before, a wound in reality, bleedin
CHAPTER 258. Reopening the Blackthorn Path
The spire was groaning. Not from wind or pressure, but from something deeper, like a heart beating too fast. The Skell Plane was unraveling.Ash fell upward instead of down. Rivers of light curved sideways. The ground beneath Caster and Eidric pulsed as if alive, splitting in long, glowing cracks.“The laws are bending,” Eidric said, voice echoing hollowly through the corridor. “The plane’s equilibrium is failing.”Caster pressed his palm to the wall. It felt warm, not with heat, but with memory. Whispers crawled through the surface like trapped voices. He could hear fragments of thoughts. Pleas. Laughter. Regret. “It’s starting,” he murmured. “The spirit’s warning was right. The Skell core is collapsing.”Eidric’s runes flickered weakly. “We have to leave. If the plane folds in on itself, even thought won’t survive.”Caster turned to him. “There’s only one way out.”The Archivist stiffened. “No.”“Yes,” Caster said firmly. “The Blackthorn Path.”Eidric’s voice deepened, full of drea
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