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Chapter 126: THE RISE OF THE SOUL-RIFTS

作者: G.V.STELLARIS
last update 公開日: 2026-02-25 14:39:39

POV EMMA BELLE

The phenomenon began at the base of the Alabaster Spire. A fissure opened in the golden grass of Aurum, but it didn't reveal soil or magma. It revealed a swirling, ink-black void that smelled of old parchment and forgotten tears. Within an hour, dozens of these "Soul-Rifts" had appeared across the three continents, each one acting as a localized gravity well for the subconscious.

"The atmospheric resonance is completely inverted," Nathaniel reported, his voice sounding hollow, as
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