Todos os capítulos de Guardian of Ruin: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter Twenty: Ashes and Echoes The ground split beneath their feet.Chunks of debris rained from the ceiling as Eden and Roman sprinted through the narrowing corridor. Sparks hissed from severed wires overhead, and smoke curled around them, thickening by the second. Behind them, the collapsing core groaned like a wounded beast, shattering the silence of the deep.“Up the secondary shaft!” Roman shouted, his voice barely audible over the chaos.Eden followed, lungs burning, vision blurred with sweat and smoke. Her mind buzzed with images—Beta’s blank stare, Valeska’s unnerving calm, the glow of the monolith as it surged with volatile energy. The final words echoed louder than the alarms:> “You still can.”As if she had a choice. As if she hadn’t already chosen.Roman hauled open a steel hatch just before it locked, dragging her through. They climbed into a vertical crawlspace that led up—angled, narrow, and built like a maintenance vent. Every surface was hot to the touch. Somewher

Chapter Twenty One: Into the Heart of the Storm The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and scorched earth as Eden and Roman pressed forward into the bowels of the Caldera complex. Each step echoed against the cold concrete walls, the sound swallowed quickly by the low hum of machines struggling to maintain balance. Sparks flickered from exposed wires overhead, casting erratic shadows that danced on the surfaces around them. Eden’s fingers grazed the edge of a control panel, the screens cracked but still faintly glowing with a ghostly light. Somewhere deep inside the complex, the core’s unstable power pulsed—its rhythm like a warning heartbeat, accelerating with every second. “We’re close,” Roman whispered, voice tight with tension. Eden swallowed hard, her mind replaying everything Kessler had told them about the monolith: the heart of Valeska’s experiment, a weapon unlike any other. It wasn’t just power—it was a new frontier of control, able to manipulate energy and ma

Chapter Twenty Three: Secrets Unearthed The study was cloaked in shadows, the dim glow of a single desk lamp casting long, flickering shapes on the walls. Dust motes floated lazily in the stale air, as if time itself had paused within these walls. Eden sat rigidly in the cracked leather chair, a heavy folder resting on her lap. The pages inside were yellowed and brittle, covered in typed reports, photographs, and handwritten notes — evidence of a life she had never known, a past her father had tried to bury. Her father stood quietly by the window, staring out at the gathering storm. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a fitting soundtrack to the storm inside Eden’s mind. She finally broke the silence. “Dad... I need to know everything. No more half-truths.” He sighed deeply and lowered himself into the chair beside her, his eyes tired but steady. “You deserve to know, Eden. It’s time.” He pulled the folder closer and began to speak, his voice low but deliberate. “Before you were b

The lights don’t come back all at once. They flicker. Struggle. Like the building itself isn’t sure it wants to stay alive. I don’t move from the doorway. Not yet. The body at my feet is still warm. I can feel it through the thin soles of my shoes, a faint reminder of how close everything still is. My grip on the blade hasn’t loosened either. I tell myself to relax but I don’t. Not when the hallway outside is too quiet. Not when I know they’re still out there. Waiting. Listening. Adapting. Behind me, Roman exhales sharply. It turns into a quiet groan he tries and fails to hide. I glance back. He’s gripping the edge of the bed, knuckles pale, jaw tight. The machines around him have stabilized, but barely. The steady rhythm from earlier is gone, replaced by something uneven. Fragile. “You shouldn’t be sitting up,” I say. He huffs, breath catching halfway through. “You keep saying that like it’s going to start working.” “This isn’t a joke.” “Didn’t say it was.” But the

Even after I ran, even after the city disappeared behind me, I could still feel deep under my skin, like something ancient had woken up and was stretching its limbs for the first time in centuries. I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stay. Branches clawed at my arms as I pushed through the forest, my breath uneven, heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape. The air smelled wrotten thick, metallic, like rain mixed with ash. Like ruin. I stumbled to a stop when the trees thinned, collapsing against a rough trunk. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From it. The power. It hadn’t left me. If anything, it had grown stronger. I clenched my fingers, trying to steady them, but a faint glow pulsed beneath my skin dark and flickering, like embers refusing to die. I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my palm against my chest. “Stop…” I whispered. But it didn’t listen. A crack split the earth a few feet away. I froze. It starte