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Chapter 90

Author: Invincible Pen
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 11:33:34

The rift swallowed them whole.

There was no falling—no sensation of motion—only a sudden tearing apart of existence itself. The sky ceased to exist, and so did the ground. There was only endless dark—alive and shifting—threaded through with faint veins of light that pulsed like a sleeping god’s heartbeat. Each flicker illuminated fragments of forgotten things: broken stars, splinters of ancient worlds, and whispers in languages that hadn’t been spoken since time began.

Travian felt it all. The pull. The pain. The impossible weight of being unmade and remade in the same breath. His body floated, suspended between moments. Every nerve screamed, every cell aflame, as though the cosmos itself was trying to carve new meaning into him.

He gasped, lungs burning, his chest convulsing like he had swallowed the sun. His heart stuttered, unsure whether it still belonged to a living man or a lost soul.

He turned—slowly, painfully—searching for the one thing that mattered more than breath itself.

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