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Chapter 38 : Morning Light & Unfinished Business
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A roar like thunder shook the chamber, rolling through the stone walls with the force of a storm. Dust and shards of ancient rock rained from the ceiling as the Grand Stone split wide open, its veins of silver light shattering into a storm of wild energy.Lyra barely had time to react before a pulse of darkness surged outward, slamming into her chest like a tidal wave.Pain lanced through her, sharp and raw, as the force sent her skidding backward across the cold floor. Kane was already on his feet, sword in hand, snarling as he planted himself between her and the widening rift in the Grand Stone.From within its depths, something moved.A hand - black as the void, etched with burning runes of crimson and gold - tore through the opening, gripping the jagged edges of the stone as if climbing out of a grave.Then, it emerged.The Demon God.It was neither fully corporeal nor entirely shadow, its form shifting between muscle and smoke. Black tendrils of darkness coiled from its shoulders
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A low growl vibrated through the stone walls, deep and guttural, like the sound of mountains breaking apart. The Demon God loomed over them, a shifting mass of darkness, its form twisting between monstrous and spectral, never fully solid, never fully real.But its presence was undeniable - a weight in the air, a suffocating pull of power that made even the walls of the ancient chamber tremble.And then there was the word Aelindra had spoken.“Father.”The name hung between them like a curse, but there was no time to question it.The Demon God moved.A surge of darkness lashed out, an expanding force that swallowed light as it ripped toward them. Lyra felt the weight of it, an overwhelming tide of void magic meant to consume everything in its path.She threw herself sideways, barely avoiding the attack as the ground where she stood moments before was obliterated, cracked apart like dry earth under a hammer. Shards of broken stone exploded outward, and the air filled with the acrid scen
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The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even
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