2026-09-01 14:04:12The Captain’s eyes rolled back into his head. He crumpled to the muddy floor, completely unconscious. He would not wake up for a long time.
The scared engineer screamed and threw his hands over his head, cowering in the corner.
"Do it, Solon!" Sikoa yelled.
Solon stumbled into the tent. He dragged his feet. His face was completely white with pain. His chest bandage was bleeding heavily.
He walked up to the first massive glass jar. He h
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"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.
Chapter 723
Caster looked at the dying woman in the mud. He looked at the angry, rabid faces of the people charging at him. His heart broke completely. Inquisitor Graves had set him up. Graves had placed snipers on the rooftops. Graves knew that if Caster tried to be peaceful, the Inquisition could force the mob to attack by murdering their own innocent citizens and blaming it on Caster. They were willing to kill their own people just to make Caster look like the villain. The mob crashed into Caster’s golden aura. They beat their fists against the invisible wall of light. They screamed terrible curses at him. They threw mud and rocks. Caster stood in the center of the hateful storm. His golden eyes burned with tears. He could not turn their weapons to flowers anymore. There were too many of them. The golden magic in his chest was draining rapidly. His human body was failing under the immense pressure. Blood dripped from his nose and ears. If he stayed here and tried to be peaceful, the gold
Chapter 722
The distance closed rapidly. One hundred feet. Fifty feet. Twenty feet. "Die, traitor!" the lead city guard yelled. He lunged forward, thrusting his sharp steel sword directly at Caster’s chest. Caster did not dodge. He did not block with his wooden stick. He simply raised his empty left hand. A soft, gentle wave of warm golden light pulsed from his palm. The golden light hit the guard’s sharp steel sword. The sword did not explode. It did not melt. It simply turned into thousands of soft, beautiful, glowing yellow flower petals. The guard stumbled forward, holding an empty hilt. The yellow flower petals blew into his face, smelling like sweet summer honey. The guard gasped in absolute shock. He dropped the hilt and fell to his knees in the mud. The rest of the mob crashed into Caster. A large man swung a heavy iron pipe at Caster’s head. Caster blinked his golden eyes. The heavy iron pipe turned into a splash of clean, cool, fresh water. The water washed over Caster’s face
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