Semua Bab Lucian's Undoing : Bab 111 - Bab 120

CHAPTER 112"The gods have failed you."Tristan’s voice echoed through the shattered remains of the city square.The people gathered around him—creatures and wanderers, outcasts and broken beings who had lost everything in the first waves of war. They stood in crumbling ruins, shadows stretching under the broken spires, eyes hollow.Tristan stood on a cracked pillar, barefoot, arms outstretched like a preacher before a lost flock. His once-human features were warped now—void-light flickered beneath his skin, black veins curled across his neck, and his eyes were bottomless pits.“They promised light. They gave you chains.”A gust of wind swept through the city, carrying dust and the faint scent of blood.“I walked in their temples,” Tristan continued. “I drank from their sacred wells. I prayed. I obeyed. And in return?” He spread his hands wider. “They fed me lies.”He stepped down from the pillar, walking slowly among the crowd. People flinched but didn’t run. His presence pulled them

CHAPTER 114“Again.”Elias whispered the word into the stillness, his breath curling in the cold air of the training chamber. His palms were already glowing gold, streaked with threads of violet lightning. Arcane sigils burned into the air around him, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat.He was alone.The walls of the chamber trembled from the last explosion—shattered stone floating mid-air before dissolving into dust. The air crackled with energy, every particle responding to him like it knew who he was.“Again.” He clenched his fists, voice low but shaking with strain.From the edges of the training ground, black iron constructs surged to life, summoned by his command. Some bore spears. Others, jagged blades made of hardened blood magic. They lunged at him in perfect synchrony.Elias didn’t flinch.His body moved on instinct—flames bursting from one hand, frost blooming from the other. Lightning flashed, gold and violet, dancing like a living serpent around him. The floor cracked u

“Long time no see.”The rogue froze.He turned—slow, hesitant—and met the golden gaze of Elias, who now stood casually in the corner of the high chamber, arms folded, one hip resting against the shattered window.The wind stirred his hair. Golden fire crackled at his fingertips.“How—how did you—”“I told you.” Elias tilted his head, smiling without humor. “I found you.”The rogue’s face twisted behind layers of glamour, flickering under stress. The disguise melted away—revealing the sharp bone structure, the eyes like wet ink, the scars across the collarbone Elias had seen before.Yes.He remembered now.In dreams. Visions. Flash-memories of the Hall of Ascendancy.This face had lurked in corners. Behind pillars. Always watching. Always whispering.“You were there,” Elias murmured. “Always slinking between thrones. Speaking lies into the ears of gods. A blade in your sleeve. A traitor from the beginning.”The rogue’s lips curled. “So the child remembers.”Elias straightened slowly, b

CHAPTER 118“You don’t want to remember him,” Alistair said, stepping from the shadows of the corridor, “But you will.”Elias froze.His body had already tensed, his senses flaring—Azazel stirred the instant the familiar chill entered the room. Thal’rean’s energy surged like a warning bell.“Alistair.” Elias said his name with clenched teeth, golden eyes narrowing. “I didn’t summon you.”“No,” Alistair replied with a wry smirk, lifting a crystalline shard glowing faintly purple and silver, “But you need me.”The memory shard pulsed between his fingers—soft, ethereal, like a heartbeat echoing in glass.“Put it away,” Elias warned, stepping back. “If I wanted to remember, I would’ve by now.”“That’s the thing,” Alistair said, walking slowly, deliberately. “You did want to. Once. But then you changed your mind. Buried it so deep that even I couldn’t pry it loose.”“Why would I—?” Elias’s voice caught.Alistair tilted his head. “Because it hurt. And because he was the one who broke you.”

CHAPTER 120“It’s too quiet,” Elias said.Lucian glanced over from where he was checking the perimeter with Kairis and Dorian. “You always say that when you’re about to blow something up.”“I’m serious.” Elias’s voice dropped. His golden eyes scanned the courtyard. “Something’s... wrong.”Kairis straightened. “You feel something?”Elias didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, barefoot against the stone, head tilting slightly like he was listening to a frequency only he could hear.Then he stopped.“There,” he whispered.He knelt in the dirt, brushing his fingers over a faint shimmer of air—barely visible, barely there. The others tensed. A moment later, a burst of violet flame erupted from Elias’s palm, burning the illusion away. Beneath it, seared into the stone, was a rune—twisting, malicious, glowing with celestial gold.Lucian’s breath caught. “That’s—”“A volatile celestial rune,” Elias finished darkly. “One meant to destabilize divine mind... my mind.”Dorian gro