All Chapters of Lucian's Undoing : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 102"Amaria? The bulb—it’s glowing."Luthiel’s voice cracked through the Hall of Ascendancy like a whip. Amaria, standing at the high end of the chamber, turned immediately. The crystal bulb, nestled in the mouth of the sacred basin, pulsed with an unnatural crimson light."That’s a death flare," Samael whispered from the shadows, his wings folding in tight. "Only one person had a tether to that bulb."Amaria was already descending the steps."Serros," she murmured.The moment her fingers touched the rim of the basin, the bulb flared brighter and cast a ghostly projection into the air—Serros, bloodied."Oh gods," muttered Zevran."Silence," Amaria ordered.Serros staggered forward in the projection, glancing toward them as though he could see through time."If this reaches you," he said, voice wet and broken but steady, "it means I failed. He’s not coming. He’s already here."The air behind him rippled—dark, almost alive."Who is he talking about?" one of the younger scribes a

CHAPTER 104Lucian stepped forward cautiously, his voice steady but quiet. “Elias… what just happened?”Elias turned toward him slowly. The light in his eyes had dimmed but hadn’t gone out. “Serros is dead.”Lucian’s breath hitched. “How do you know?”“I felt it.” Elias’s voice didn’t shake. “He was the last tether to something ancient. When he died, it tore through the threads of this world. Nihareth is here.”A heavy silence fell over them.Kairis was the one who finally broke it. “You saw it,” she said softly. “Didn’t you?”Elias met her eyes. “Not saw. Felt. Like the universe blinked.”She nodded solemnly. “The readings have been wrong lately. Scrambled. Like the future is tangled up in itself. But I saw this part. The death. The glyphs. You… rising.”Lucian looked between them. “What does this mean? What happens now?”Elias didn’t hesitate.“There will be war.”Lucian blinked. “War?”Elias stepped forward. “Every supernatural creature that’s lain dormant is waking. The balance is

CHAPTER 106A cold wind rolled across the wastelands near the border of the human territories. Dust lifted like smoke, cloaking the broken path in silence. Animals had long since fled. Even spirits knew better than to linger.And still, something walked.The rogue moved soundlessly, his armored feet barely disturbing the ground. Around him, the wind quieted—as if the land itself held its breath.They would not speak.They only followed.“Target is moving east,” said one of the smaller shadow creatures beside him, its voice like whispering leaves. “He’s not hiding anymore.”“He never was,” the rogue replied, eyes fixed on the horizon. “He’s trying to reclaim what we buried.”“Will he remember?” asked another.“Not if I break him first.”There was a beat of silence. Then: “You fear him.”The rogue stopped walking.“I don’t fear him,” he said slowly. “I fear what’s inside him.”“You were like him once,” said the first shadow. “A vessel.”The rogue’s voice dropped. “No. He’s not a vessel.

The air was heavy down here—thicker than above, almost sentient. It tasted of dust and ancient things left forgotten on purpose.Isadora pressed her palm to the rough wall of the corridor. The runes embedded into the black stone flared faintly at her touch. Wards, she thought. Old, divine. But not unbreakable.She smiled.Her blood had already opened the outer seal, but the deeper locks required more... finesse. She drew her finger across her wrist, letting a thin line of blood run down her fingertips. “Velarith,” she whispered into the dark, pressing the blood into a sigil carved low on the ground.There was a low rumble beneath her feet. Dust shook from the ceiling. The air hissed through cracks that hadn’t breathed in millennia.She chuckled. “Still responds to my blood. Good.”No one knew she was here.The Hall of Ascendancy above was distracted by chaos—Serros was dead, the Council was in turmoil, and war stirred. It was the perfect time to strike. She moved deeper into the corr

CHAPTER 110> “You’re not focusing,” Azazel snapped inside Elias’s mind. “Stop holding back.”Elias grit his teeth, breath misting in the cold air of the arena. His fingers flexed, magic coiling beneath his skin like a beast waiting to pounce. Around him, the stone columns of the training ground hummed faintly, glyphs responding to the rising power that stirred within him.“I’m not holding back,” Elias muttered aloud.Azazel’s laughter was sharp. “Then stop thinking about the face you can’t remember. Stop thinking about him.”Elias’s throat tightened. He didn’t answer.He shifted his stance, grounding himself. He could feel Kairis somewhere on the edge of the ring, watching silently with her arms crossed. Dorian stood not far from her, flanked by some of the vampire guards, murmuring between themselves. Lucian wasn’t in sight—Elias had asked him to stay away today. Too many emotions. Too many dreams. Too many questions.He exhaled slowly. Then lifted his hand.The glyphs responded at