2026-03-03 21:34:45On the back of his right hand, there was a mark.
It looked like a tattoo. But it was not made of ink. It was made of black ash. The ash was embedded directly under his skin.
The mark was a perfect circle with a jagged line cut right through the middle. It was the exact same shape as the tear in the air.
Kael touched the mark
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Chapter 729
For weeks, the citizens of Glassview had believed a lie. They had believed that the "Blackthorn Corruption" was a terrible plague caused by dirty mages. They had dragged innocent magic apprentices into the streets and tried to hang them. They had burned the minor magical guilds to the ground. They thought they were fighting a disease. Now, they saw the truth. The disease was not real. The dark gray ash was a weapon. And it had been built by their own leaders. General Verne had used the ash to make bombs. The High Council had used the panic to steal power. The people realized they had hurt their own neighbors for absolutely no reason. The fear inside the citizens instantly vanished. It was replaced by a massive, burning, unstoppable rage. The riots began. But these were not uncoordinated, messy riots. The people did not attack the small shops. They did not attack each other. They turned as one massive ocean of angry humanity, and they marched directly toward the military outpost
Chapter 728
The giant monster made of fused, melting dead bodies charged at Caster Spellbound. It was fifteen feet tall. It was a horrible mix of gray Glassview steel armor and blood-red Crimson Alliance leather. It had five heads and four twisted arms. It glowed with the sick, toxic green light of the torn dimension. The monster raised its sharp, broken bone spikes. It roared with five different voices all at once. It was coming to tear Caster to pieces in the muddy trench. Caster did not run. He did not pull out his sword. He stood perfectly still in the freezing rain. He reached deep into his empty chest and woke the tiny golden seed. Caster’s gray eyes ignited with blinding, solid golden light. The heavy, warm, absolute power of divine truth flooded his tired veins. He raised his right hand. He did not throw a fireball. He did not create a wall of gravity to crush the beast. He knew what this monster was. It was not evil. It was just a collection of dead soldiers who had been mutated by
Chapter 727
"Graves is dangerous, Caster," Solon warned him. "He absorbed the green light from the Blackthorn Gate. He is using dimensional magic. He is not a normal man anymore.""Neither am I," Caster said softly. Caster reached his hand out. He touched the simple silver ring on his right index finger. The master kill-switch. The ring that had accidentally triggered the massive summoning circle earlier. The ring that was tied directly to the tiny, golden seed of godhood inside his chest. He felt the heavy, terrifying power sleeping inside his soul. "Maintain the broadcast, Solon," Caster said. "Keep the truth playing in the sky. Lock the door behind me. Do not let anyone in.""I will hold the line here, old friend," Solon promised, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "Bring our rogue back home.""I will," Caster swore. Caster turned and walked toward the heavy brick door of the safehouse. He pushed the secret lever. The brick wall swung open, revealing the dark, rainy alleyway out
Chapter 726
General Verne stood frozen. She listened to the sounds coming from outside the concrete walls of the War Room. Normally, Fort Ironcliff was filled with the sound of marching boots and disciplined soldiers. But now, she heard shouting. She heard angry, betrayed voices. The thousands of soldiers in the fort had seen the broadcast too. They realized they were being sent to die for a lie. They realized their General was a monster. "General," a commander whispered, pulling his own pistol from his belt and stepping away from her. "You sold our boys to the furnaces."General Verne looked around the room. Her own officers were drawing their weapons. They were not pointing them at the door. They were pointing them at her. Her empire was collapsing in real-time. The truth was burning her fortress down faster than any magical bomb ever could. The exact same scene was happening miles away in the Crimson Alliance. Elias Thorpe stood in the command deck of his giant walking machine. He watch
Chapter 725
The machine roared to life. A blinding flash of white light filled the small safehouse. The clear memory crystal spun furiously, projecting its massive amount of data into the brass pipes. The transmission began. It did not just go to a few street lamps. It went everywhere. High above the ground, the city of Glassview was still a place of terror. The angry mobs were still marching through the rain, hunting innocent mages. The giant, floating blue broadcast spheres in the sky were showing the face of Councilor Elara, repeating her lies about Caster Spellbound. Suddenly, every single broadcast sphere in the city blinked. The giant blue spheres went completely black. The angry mobs stopped shouting. They looked up at the sky in confusion. Then, the spheres flared back to life. But they did not show Councilor Elara. They showed a piece of paper. It was a giant, perfectly clear image of a secret letter. A booming, magical voice, an automated reading spell, echoed from the crystals,
Chapter 724
The Great Square had been a trap. Just one hour ago, Caster Spellbound had stood on the edge of the massive, glowing green crater. He had prepared to fight Inquisitor Graves to save his friend, Sikoa. But Graves had not stayed to fight. Graves was a coward and a spy. When Caster’s golden magic flared, Graves had smiled his terrible, sick smile. Graves had grabbed Sikoa, stepped backward into the toxic green light of the torn dimension, and vanished. Graves had teleported away. He took Sikoa with him, fleeing directly to the heavily guarded borders of the Crimson Alliance, leaving his twenty Enforcers behind to shoot at Caster. Caster could not save her then. He had to use his golden gravity to knock the Enforcers to the ground and escape back into the shadows. He had failed to catch her, but he refused to let her die. Now, Caster stood inside a small, damp, lead-lined safehouse deep beneath the city. The room was completely hidden. It was lit by a few dim, white magical lanterns.
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