LOGINChapter 106-THE LAST KEY The figure’s voice faded, but the cold smile remained on his skull-like face. He raised the last key, and its dark power flared, merging with the small rift in the sky, making it grow larger. Cole and Lila stepped forward, their power from the Tree of Life flaring bright, ready to fight. “Who are you?” Lila asked, her voice steady despite the fear in her heart. The figure laughed—a sound like bones grinding together. “I am the Death Weaver,” he said. “I was the Void Lord’s most trusted servant. I’ve been waiting for this moment—waiting for him to be destroyed so I can take his place. With this last key, I will merge all keys into one, and I will become the ruler of all worlds. All life will bow to me. All death will be mine to command.” He raised the last key and threw it into the air. It floated above the rift, its dark power merging with the rift’s, making it grow until it covered half the sky. From the ri
Chapter 104-THE EMPTY WORLD The air in the empty world was still—too still. No wind, no birdsong, no sound at all. The guardians stood at the edge of the golden door, their weapons raised, their eyes scanning the desolate landscape. Stretching out before them was a vast plain of gray dust, broken only by the single golden key on the ground and the three dark words carved beside it: HE’S ALREADY HERE. The merged key floating above them pulsed softly, as if trying to communicate. Lyra stepped forward, her hand outstretched toward the dim key on the ground. “Be careful,” Jade warned, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We don’t know what’s waiting for us.” Lyra nodded, her eyes closed as she focused on the key. “I can feel it,” she said. “It’s not broken. It’s… dormant. Like it’s been put to sleep. And there’s something else—something dark, just below the surface.” Cole’s father limped forward, his shadow magic beginning to glow faintly.
The journey to the sea took three days. Cole and Lila led the way, the golden leaders above them, their light guiding their path through forests and mountains they had never seen before. Behind them walked a small group of guardians—Jade, Lyra, Cole’s father, and a dozen of the strongest warriors and mages from Balance’s Rest. They carried supplies, weapons, and hope—hope that they could fix the broken key and save the other world.As they reached the coast, the key’s light flared bright, pointing toward a cove hidden between two cliffs. In the cove, a ship waited—its hull made of dark wood, its sails woven with shadow and light. It had appeared overnight, summoned by the key’s power, ready to carry them across the sea.“This is it,” Cole said, looking at the ship. “The key says this is the way.”They boarded the ship, and as soon as Lila stepped onto the deck, the sails unfurled on their own, catching the wind. The ship pulled away from the shore, gliding smoothly across the water, g
Their fingers closed around the key at the same time—Cole on one half, Lila on the other. The golden metal hummed with power, warm at first, then searing hot. A wave of energy shot out from the key, pushing the Forgotten back against the chamber wall, his dark power flaring in protest. No! he screamed, thrashing against the energy. You can’t do this! I am the first god! I will not be trapped again! But the key’s power was stronger. It wrapped around Cole and Lila, lifting them into the air, their bodies glowing with the same golden light. The chain connecting the two halves grew taut, and they could feel the prophecy’s truth settling in—one life for each half. One to bind the Forgotten, one to bind the other trapped gods. Lila looked at Cole, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes were filled with determination. “I’ve lived a good life,” she said, her voice carrying over the roar of energy. “A life filled with love. With you. That’s all
Five years had passed since the new balance was forged, and the world had changed. The valley at the foot of the Sunstone Mountains had grown into a thriving city—Balance’s Rest—where humans, former primal warriors, and light guardians lived together in peace. Four massive towers stood at the city’s corners, each one channeling power from the four pillars of the Well of Origins, strengthening the barrier that held back the void and the trapped gods. Cole stood at the top of the central tower, the crystal still in his hand. It glowed with a steady mix of black, white, gold, and purple—no longer flickering, but still holding the weight of what lay inside. Lila walked beside him, her hand finding his, her eyes fixed on the sky where the barrier shimmered like a thin, iridescent veil. “The disturbances are getting stronger,” she said, her voice soft but serious. “Three this week alone. They’re trying to break free.” Cole nodded, his gaze never le
The power erupted from the crystal like a supernova—white, black, and purple light weaving together in a single, blinding beam that shot up from the falling group, striking the Oblivion dead center. The ship screamed, its metal hull melting away, and the Forgotten roared in rage and surprise as the energy wrapped around him, binding him tight. Lila’s hand closed around Cole’s, and she felt the power flow through her too—warm and cold, terrifying and beautiful. “Cole, what are you doing?” she cried, but her voice was swallowed by the roar of energy. Saving you, he thought, and she heard it in her mind, clear as day. Saving everyone. The new power spread out from the beam, washing over the valley, over the primal fleet, over the entire world. The primal warriors froze, their weapons falling from their hands as the energy merged with their own, calming the rage within them. The ships in the sky stopped their attack, their purple light dimming to







