All Chapters of CHAINS OF ETERNITY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

🌑 Chains of EternityThey said the Spell had no mercy.It fell upon the world like a plague, etching sigils into flesh, rewriting destiny with a whisper that was neither divine nor human. Cities crumbled, nations fell into silence, and from the ashes rose a single, unbreakable law: Ascend, or be devoured.For every human chosen, a brand was burned into the soul. The brand opened the way to the Dream Abyss, a realm of horrors and miracles where only strength meant survival. The lucky ones crawled back with power. The unlucky became bones in the dark.But even among the Awakened, whispers carried a deeper truth—every gift from the Spell carried a cost. The stronger you grew, the deeper the chain around your throat. The more light you seized, the darker the shadow that followed.And so, the world bled. Not from the monsters beyond the veil, but from the greed, betrayal, and madness of men chasing the illusions of eternity.The Spell was a curse disguised as salvation.And I—its latest v

🌑 Chains of EternityKael stared in silence.Not the comforting kind of silence that came after a storm or in the middle of a quiet night, but the heavy, suffocating silence of a world that had been emptied. His breath rasped in his throat, and for a moment he wondered if he was truly awake, or if this was still part of the nightmare he had stumbled into.The crimson fog swirled faintly above the cracked earth, shifting in restless currents as though stirred by something unseen. His body ached everywhere, muscles twitching with the memory of the desperate fight he had survived. He blinked, forcing his eyes open fully, and the memory of it hit him all at once—the jagged pipe in his hand, the screeching abomination, the shadows that had spilled from his very being and devoured it whole.And then, the hunger.Kael pressed a hand to his chest. It was still there, a low gnawing ache deep inside him, quiet but ever-present, like a starving beast that had momentarily been fed yet would neve

🌑 Chains of EternityThe crimson fog thinned as the group moved away from the carcass of the slain beast. Its twisted frame lay behind them, chains of Kael’s shadow still faintly coiled around its bones before finally fading into the dark. The silence that followed the battle was heavier than the fight itself—each survivor burdened with exhaustion, questions, and unspoken fears.Kael lagged a few paces behind. He could feel the hunger gnawing again, weaker than before but relentless. The chains whispered, urging him to feed on the lingering essence of the battlefield. His palms twitched, fingers aching to summon them.He clenched his jaw. Not now. Not in front of them.The others walked in uneasy formation: Brann in front, his ruined shield strapped across his back; Seris at his side, blade never far from her grip; Eryndor stumbling slightly, but still grinning like the whole nightmare was some private joke; and Liora at the rear, hood drawn once more, her steps as measured and delib

🌑 Chains of EternityThe wasteland seemed quieter after the battle, but Kael knew better. The Nightmare never slept. It only waited.Their group pressed on in silence, each footstep crunching over brittle earth. The air was colder now, their breaths visible in thin, ghostly wisps. Liora walked close to Brann, still trembling from the ambush. Seris led them with her usual rigid posture, scanning the horizon with sharp eyes. She hadn’t said a word to Kael since the fight.Kael trailed behind again, as though by unspoken agreement. His chains coiled and uncoiled at his heels. They were subdued now, but not quiet—never quiet. In the stillness, they seemed to breathe, rasping against stone and dirt like restless snakes. He could hear them whispering in the back of his mind.Feed… Feed…Kael grit his teeth. He forced himself to focus on the others, on their steady trudging, their determination. But the whispers slithered beneath every thought.“Kael,” Brann’s deep voice broke the silence.

🌑 Chains of EternityThe Forgotten Wastes gave no mercy. By the third day without real food, the party moved like shades of themselves—hollow-eyed, brittle, brittle with rage and exhaustion. Every sound of stone cracking underfoot made them flinch. Every shadow on the horizon might have been death.But none of that compared to the unease that pulsed at the center of their group: Kael.The chains had grown restless. They slithered at the edges of his vision like phantom limbs, writhing beneath his skin. He did not sleep anymore; when he tried, the chains tore into his dreams, dragging him through visions of slaughter. And when he was awake, he could taste the pulse of his companions’ lives like the scent of blood in the air.The hunger was unbearable.---It happened in the Valley of Screams.The name wasn’t poetic—it was literal. As the four of them descended into the canyon, the wind carried voices. Dozens, maybe hundreds, moaning and crying through the broken stone. Some were real,