All Chapters of Ghost on the highway : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112 — THE CITY OF SHATTERED RULESThe city below was alive in a way it had never been before.It wasn’t the usual hum of engines, the chatter of neon, or the restless pulse of human life. No, it was aware. Each street, each building, each shadow whispered of a fracture somewhere deep in the veins of reality. Windows trembled without wind. Traffic lights blinked in impossible sequences. Rain fell upward, twisted into arcs before splashing onto the asphalt.Riven stood at the edge of the rooftop, Crown flaring faintly beneath his skin, fingers flexing as if they could feel the lattice stretching across the skyline like a spiderweb. Luca was beside him, silent, watching the city like it was about to bite them both. Saint hovered near the edge, sigils still glowing around his hands, eyes narrowed.“This is what happens when you kill a god,” Saint said, voice tight. “Everything that depends on them starts to unravel. And you… you just ripped a hole through the whole system.”Riven

CHAPTER 114—THE RED ARTEFACTThe void yawned beneath the rooftop, swallowing Vex like a shadow being devoured by the night. His scream, sharp and terrified, cut through the frozen silence of the city before being ripped away completely.Riven’s fists burnt, Crown energy flaring uncontrollably. He could feel the threads of reality quivering, fraying, the lattice threatening to collapse entirely. The city teetered on the edge of annihilation, the rain now frozen into jagged shards that threatened to pierce anything not anchored.Bishop clutched the red artefact, its glow faint but pulsating like a heartbeat in his hands. The moment Riven laid eyes on it, something inside him screamed—not recognition, but danger, primal and immediate.“What is that?” Riven demanded, crown threads twitching in anticipation of combat.Bishop’s lips twisted into a strained grin. “This? This is the key. The one thing you can’t touch… can’t control… and yet you want to.”“You mean to use it?” Riven hissed. “T

CHAPTER 116 — THE TRIAL OF ETERNAL SHADOWSThe void stretched endlessly, a horizonless sea of darkness punctuated by flickers of the red artefact shards, floating like dying stars. The first god hovered above them, molten eyes blazing with intelligence and fury, watching every movement with the patience of eternity.Riven’s breath came fast, his Crown threads snapping and writhing like serpents around him, Bishop, and Luca. The air—or whatever passed for air here—buzzed with impossible energy, vibrating in rhythm with the artefact’s pulsing shards.“You shouldn’t be here,” the god’s voice thundered, resonating in every corner of Riven’s mind. “Mortal, boy, and wretch… You trespass in a domain older than your world. You seek to bend what cannot be bent.”Riven squared his shoulders. “I don’t seek to bend anything. I seek to stop the destruction you’re about to unleash.”The god’s laughter was a rolling, low rumble, shaking the very void. “Stop? Mortal… You do not understand. You cannot

CHAPTER 118 — THE ANCIENT VOID ASCENDSThe void trembled beneath them. Every pulse of the artefact sent ripples through the fractured bridge, as if the very universe was bracing for a storm that had waited aeons to arrive.The new entity loomed ahead, vast and incomprehensible. Its form shifted constantly, an ever-changing silhouette of darkness and molten light, limbs stretching impossibly, eyes appearing and vanishing, and voices whispering from everywhere at once. It radiated an aura of absolute dominance, a presence that made every molecule of Riven’s body scream in recognition of something older than creation.The first god—once so imposing—was now a diminished, twisting shadow behind the entity, writhing as if acknowledging a superior.Riven gritted his teeth. “It’s… bigger than we thought.”Luca’s jaw tightened, his hand gripping Riven’s. “No kidding. And it’s coming for us.”Bishop, leaning heavily against the artefact shards, muttered under his breath, “It knows everything. E

CHAPTER 120 — SACRIFICE AND REBIRTHThe void screamed. Shadows erupted from every fracture in reality, twisting and contorting into forms that clawed at Riven’s mind. The bridge beneath them groaned, cracked, and bent under the sheer weight of the entity’s presence. Every pulse of the artefact sent vibrations through his bones, every thread of the Crown thrumming with the power of creation and destruction intertwined.Riven’s vision blurred. He saw flashes of Saint’s face, Luca’s bloodied but defiant form, and Bishop’s strained resolve. And then, in the centre of it all, the entity hovered—immense, shifting, and alive with darkness that was older than time itself.One must fall… The voice echoed again, deeper and more resonant than before.Riven’s heart pounded. He could feel the artefact responding, but not fully. It needed a conduit, someone willing to give everything, someone whose soul could bear the weight of the ancient power.“Riven!” Luca’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp a