All Chapters of Lucian's Undoing : Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

CHAPTER 142The ruins of the first Hall of Ascendancy lay quiet under a blood-red sky.Ash still clung to the stones. The place stank of old magic and broken vows.Amaria moved slowly, brushing dust from a collapsed column. Her wings twitched at her back. Something had called her here—an echo from the divine past.“You sure this is it?” asked Seraphiel, standing nearby, arms crossed.“Yes,” she said. “I felt it last night. Like a heartbeat beneath the earth.”He looked unimpressed. “This place is dead.”“No,” she said softly, kneeling at the foot of a cracked marble altar. “It’s sleeping.”Amaria placed her hand on the stone, whispering an old incantation under her breath. The glyphs carved into the rock pulsed once.Then the altar groaned, slid open—and revealed a small, black cube. Smooth. Heavy. Glowing faintly with a blue light.Seraphiel’s eyebrows rose. “That’s a vision-stone.”“A very old one,” Amaria breathed. “Godhood era. I’ve only seen drawings of these.”She lifted it care

CHAPTER 144Elias stood alone in the darkened chamber, the Eye of First Flame resting in his palms.The relic was ancient, a shimmering orb that seemed to pulse with heat, as though it held the embers of a lost fire inside. Its dark surface reflected his own image, but there was something more to it—something that called to him from deep within.He could feel it, feel the power swirling around him. The Ritual of Rekindling—once forbidden, lost to time—was within his reach.But the truth, the truth it would reveal—he wasn’t sure he was ready.“You know what you must do,” a voice echoed in his mind. It wasn’t his own voice. It was Azazel, the part of him that had been dormant for so long.Elias closed his eyes, the pressure building in his chest. “I have to. For all of us.”His fingers tightened around the Eye of First Flame. The world around him seemed to hold its breath.The ritual began.The relic pulsed to life in his hands, and he could feel its power surge up through his body. The

CHAPTER 146The air cracked.Elias staggered back, a sharp cry ripping from his throat. The glyphs etched across his skin pulsed violently—white, then gold, then violet. His eyes rolled back as his body seized.Celestials gasped.Some collapsed in reverence. Others shielded their faces.Cassiel didn’t move.Erelah whispered, “It’s happening…”Raziel took a cautious step back. “No one touch him.”Elias’s body hit the marble floor hard—but only for a second. Then he floated. Hovered. Glyphs peeled off his skin like molten fire and circled the air. The floor cracked beneath him.Then—He rose.His eyes opened, blazing with layered light—threefold. His voice echoed, not in one tongue, but three: the language of gods, the hidden tongue of the Celestial Thrones, and the first language of creation itself.He pointed, hand trembling not from weakness—but from restraint.“Cassiel—Betrayer of Kin.”Cassiel’s mask cracked. His eyes widened, lips parting slightly—but he said nothing.The voice ro

CHAPTER 148The skies turned red by morning.Elias stood at the cliff's edge, overlooking a sea of ash. Smoke curled in the horizon. The scent of blood clung to the air.He didn’t speak for a long time.Behind him, Lucian stepped out.“They’re back,” he said quietly. “Kairis sent scouts to check the ruins. There’s nothing left.”Elias didn’t move. “Which village?”Lucian didn’t answer immediately.Then, with guilt in his voice: “The one near the eastern pass. The one you stayed in during your exile.”Elias’s hands clenched at his sides.“The one with the shrine?”Lucian nodded.“They took me in when I was no one,” Elias said, voice cold. “When the gods called me unworthy. When you turned your back.”Lucian flinched but didn’t interrupt.“I gave them a barrier. It should’ve held for a hundred years.”“It did,” Lucian said. “Until Nihareth sent the corrupted.”Elias finally turned.His eyes were hard, burning with a barely restrained fire.“Corrupted?”Lucian nodded grimly. “Souls of fa