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Chapter 110: Fractured
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 111: The Rift’s Heart
Lena barely had time to brace before the Rift swallowed them whole.The world folded around her, pulling her through layers of time, space, and something else—something ancient.For a split second, she saw flickering images: a ruined throne, a city in flames, Cassian reaching for her with blood on his hands—her blood.And then—Silence.Lena hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. Around her, the others groaned as they landed one by one.Cassian was the first to move. “Lena?” His hands found hers, grounding her.“I’m fine,” she said, even though her head spun.The Rift’s energy still crackled around them, but this place was different.It wasn’t a void anymore.It was a temple.Massive obsidian pillars stretched toward a sky that didn’t exist, suspended in a place between worlds. The air was thick with magic—ancient, pulsing, alive.At the temple’s centre stood an altar. And on it—A heart.Not a human one, but something carved from shimmering crystal, pulsing in sync with
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Lena surged forward, her dagger tight in her grip, every instinct screaming at her to act now before it was too late. The other Lena moved to block her, shadows curling at her feet. “You don’t understand what you’re about to do.” “I understand enough.” Lena feinted left, then twisted, dodging a tendril of Rift energy as she sprinted for the altar. The crystal heart pulsed, beating in sync with the Rift itself. Behind her, the battle raged. Mira, despite her injury, fought off her dark twin with gritted teeth and raw determination. Dorian hurled bolts of light, clashing with his shadowed reflection. Idris had his counterpart locked in a brutal standstill, their flames colliding in midair. And Cassian— Lena dared a glance back. Her Cassian was still locked in battle with his twisted double, their swords clashing violently. But she could see the way Cassian faltered, the way the Rift’s version of him fought without hesitation. Lena turned back to the altar. No more distractions.
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The silence stretched around them, heavier than the Rift had ever been.Lena wasn’t sure how long they stood there, surrounded by the remnants of a battle that had defined their lives for so long. The field where the temple had been was quiet—too quiet. No wind, no whisper of magic lingering in the air. Just… nothing.Freedom.It should have felt victorious. Should have felt like triumph. But all Lena could feel was the numbness of the moment, the sheer weight of everything settling onto her shoulders.Mira was the first to break the silence. She let out a slow, shaky breath and sheathed her sword. “So… that’s it, then?”Dorian ran a hand through his hair, still catching his breath. “Feels like it.” He exhaled sharply, a grin tugging at his lips. “Honestly, I half expected some dramatic final curse. A this isn’t over speech.”Idris scoffed. “You’ve been reading too many stories.”Lena barely heard them. Her eyes were locked on the place where the crystal heart had been, where the othe
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The air around them shivered, heavy with the weight of something old, something unnatural.Lena kept her sword drawn, her pulse thudding in her ears as she met the silver-eyed stranger’s gaze.A remnant—that’s what he had called himself.A piece of the Rift was left behind.She didn’t know what that meant yet, but every instinct screamed that it wasn’t good.Cassian shifted beside her, his stance coiled like a spring. “You’re going to explain exactly what you are,” he said, his voice low, even. “Now.”The man’s lips quirked upward. “I could.” He tilted his head, studying them like one might study an insect under glass. “But I doubt you’d like the answer.”Lena’s grip on her blade tightened. “Try us.”The stranger exhaled, almost as if indulging a child. “You believe you ended the Rift,” he said. “That your great battle saved this world.” He took a slow step forward. No aggression, no visible weapons, yet every nerve in Lena’s body screamed at her to run. “But rifts do not simply… vani
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The city of Elaris never truly slept, but tonight, it felt different. The streets below were quieter than usual as if the people could sense something lurking just beyond the edges of their understanding. An unease that settled deep into their bones. Lena hadn’t moved since the whisper had faded, her sword still clutched tightly in her hand. You are not ready. The words echoed through her skull, heavy with meaning. The Remnant’s warning had been bad enough—but this? This was something else entirely. A presence that could slip into her chambers whisper into her thoughts and vanish without a trace. Cassian’s voice broke through the thick silence. “You felt it too.” Lena turned, her eyes locking onto him. He stood in the doorway, shirt rumpled, sword strapped to his hip. Not a question. A statement. Lena exhaled. “It was here.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, scanning the room as if expecting the presence to return. “What did it say?” Lena hesitated
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The stars burned too brightly above Elaris. Lena stood on the balcony of the Council’s high tower, the city stretching below in golden ribbons of lamplight. But beyond the walls, past the rolling fields and the distant, darkened hills—the sky was wrong. The stars should not pulse like that. Should not shift when she blinked. Something in the air felt fractured, like a crack in the glass too small to see—until it shattered. Cassian joined her, silent at first. His presence was grounding, but even he felt it. She saw it in the stiffness of his posture, in the way his hand hovered near the sword at his side. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked. Cassian nodded. “It’s worse than before.” They had been waiting—for news, for signs, for something to tell them what came next. But the truth was, they already knew. And waiting was only making them fall further behind. --- An Uneasy Council By morning, they gathered once more in the grand chamber. The High Council sat in ri
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The Veil of the UnknownLena’s breath came in sharp gasps as she stared into the shifting darkness. The figure before her—cloaked in shadows, silver eyes gleaming—watched them with something between amusement and curiosity.Behind him, they stirred.Not humans.Not Remnants.Something else entirely.Lena reached for Cassian, but her fingers passed through him again—like mist, like he wasn’t real, or she wasn’t.A sharp whisper cut through the air."You should not have come here."The voice wasn’t one. It was many, layered atop one another, echoing from the depths of the abyss.Cassian, Mira, Idris, and Dorian all hovered around her, their forms flickering in and out of existence.They weren’t standing on anything. There was no ground beneath them—only the endless void, stretching into eternity.Cassian was the first to react. His body tensed, hand going to his sword—even though they had no idea what they were facing."Who are you?" he demanded.The silver-eyed figure tilted his head.
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 137: Riftborn King
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 135: Riftfire
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His Hunger, My Curse Chapter 134: The Fall
Darkness swallowed them whole.Lena’s breath caught in her throat as the air rushed past her, cold and unrelenting. The abyss stretched endlessly below, an empty void that felt like falling through time itself.Ronan’s grip on her wrist was iron-tight. He refused to let go.Cassian was just ahead, his body twisting midair, trying to prepare for whatever awaited them below.But there was no ground.No end.Just falling.The Rift’s presence coiled around Lena’s mind, whispering in a voice that sounded so much like her own.You are home.You were never meant to run.The air shimmered.Lena gasped as reality split apart.For a single, horrifying second, she saw it—the Rift in its true form. A world between worlds. A chasm of shifting energy, pulsing with life and death, beginning and end.And at the center—a throne.A throne waiting for her.Her blood burned. The mark on her skin pulsed in time with the Rift’s heartbeat.It was trying to pull her in.No. No, I won’t—“Lena!”Ronan’s voice
