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Soulbound
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-11
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Avery was your every day normal girl. Until one day everything stopped. She wasn't paying attention when she stepped off the curb, thinking the coast was clear. When she woke up, she wasn't in the mortal plane, "The Void" her mentor told her. She was now a reaper, helper of souls who are to cross from mortal realm to the spiritual word. But what happens when Avery's humanity interferes with her new role and she loses a soul? Will the balance between life and death shatter? Will she be able to fix her mistakes? And will she be able to remember who she was?
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Soulbound The Hollow Choir
The air was thicker the farther they went — not with heat or mist, but with presence. Every step Veyra took pressed against something unseen, like walking through the heartbeat of a living creature. The light here no longer came from the walls. It pulsed through the air itself, forming veins that hung like drifting roots. Each pulse beat slower now, measured and deep, echoing faintly in her chest. Soreth walked beside her, silent. The others followed in formation, but the rhythm of their movements had grown uneven. One by one, they were beginning to feel the pressure — that constant, humming pull that wasn’t sound but something far more primal. “What is that?” one whispered. Veyra didn’t answer. She knew the question wasn’t meant for her. Because she heard it too — faint music threaded beneath the heartbeat. A low hum, layered with countless voices. —we remember— —we remember— The words brushed her mind like cold fingers. They reached a split in the tunnels — one path glowin
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-11Soulbound Beneath the Silence
The Citadel had gone quiet, but it was the wrong kind of silence — the kind that hummed under the skin. Veyra stood at the heart of the Veil’s descent platform, her cloak torn, the ash of shattered conduits still clinging to her sleeves. Around her, the air was thick with residual gold — dust-like motes drifting lazily, each one carrying the faint echo of the heartbeat that had shaken their world. The strike team assembled in a tight circle. Armor glinted in the low light, sigils etched into their weapons pulsing faintly in rhythm with their own marks. They were the strongest of the remaining reapers, but none dared meet Veyra’s eyes. Soreth approached last, his usual composure frayed. “The lower strata are unstable. Our path might not hold.” Veyra’s voice was calm, precise. “We won’t have another chance to trace the surge.” He gave a slow, uneasy nod. “Do you even know what you’re walking into?” “I know enough,” she said, stepping toward the edge of the platform. Beneath them,
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-06Soulbound The Fractured Pulse
The world of the dead was shaking. Cracks of golden light spidered through the obsidian floor of the Council Hall. The Vein’s conduits — those great rivers of spectral energy that connected every realm — pulsed erratically, throwing long, jagged shadows across the chamber. Alarms echoed through the fortress of the Veil. “Stabilize the flow!” someone shouted. “It’s not responding— it’s reversing!” “Reverse? What do you mean reversing?” Veyra slammed her hand down on the dais. “Enough!” Her voice cut through the din like a blade. The light bleeding through the walls flickered, trembling at her tone. “Report, now!” A lesser reaper stumbled forward, his robes scorched, eyes wide with panic. “The conduits are surging, Councilor. The flow isn’t draining souls— it’s feeding back into the core. It’s coming from below the sixth strata.” “The Vein,” Soreth said flatly. His voice was low, dangerous. “Something has disturbed it.” Veyra turned on him. “You think I don’t see that?” The fl
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-06Soulbound The Shape of What Remains
The world beyond the gate was not darkness. It was memory. Colors bled through the air like watercolor on glass — images flickering in and out of form: faces, cities, broken skies. Every step Avery took disturbed the reflections, sending ripples of light curling outward like disturbed water. Kael walked behind her, silent but tense. His hand hovered near the hilt of his scythe, though even he seemed to know it would do no good here. “This isn’t part of the Vein,” he murmured. “Not the living current, at least.” Avery nodded, her voice hushed. “It’s… what’s underneath it.” The ground beneath her glowed faintly, veins of light branching out from her feet with each step. When she stopped, the glow faded. When she breathed, the air shimmered. She was tethered to this place. The realization made her chest tighten — half awe, half dread. “Do you hear that?” Kael asked suddenly. Avery strained to listen. There — faint, rhythmic, like a whisper behind a wall. A heartbeat. No — many
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2025-11-04
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