All Chapters of How to kill an immortal wolf : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The Void quivered like a living thing, every fragment of shattered reality trembling under the weight of unseen eyes. Floating shards twisted and collided, some breaking apart instantly, others warping like liquid under pressure. Time and space no longer followed rules they responded only to the presence of the anomaly.Seraphine’s grip on the Blade of Origin was unyielding. Its silver light pulsed in perfect synchrony with the bond she shared with the immortal beside her, each surge of energy anchoring them against the oppressive force pressing from all sides.Rowan stumbled behind them, nearly toppling off a floating shard that flipped beneath him.“Note to self,” he muttered, “never complain about regular training again.”Seraphine didn’t answer. She could feel the pulse of the Void the awareness of the Architects expanding and concentrating. Their colossal forms shimmered in impossible geometries, fractals folding over fractals, eyes appearing and vanishing in constant motion.A d

The Void pulsed and shifted, no longer a silent expanse but a living, reactive battlefield. Fragments of shattered worlds swirled chaotically, colliding with invisible force, folding in on themselves and reforming in impossible geometries. Time itself stuttered and skipped, bending to the presence of the anomaly.Seraphine’s grip on the Blade of Origin was ironclad. Its silver light surged, intertwining with the bond she shared with the immortal beside her. Every pulse of energy from that bond anchored them in the chaos, protecting them from the oppressive pull of the Architects’ judgment.Rowan struggled to keep his balance on a floating shard that spun violently beneath him, muttering bitterly.“Note to self: surviving this does not make me feel heroic. I’m terrified.”Seraphine ignored him, eyes fixed on the colossal forms advancing through the Void. The Architects had grown bolder, their impossibly tall, fractal bodies solidifying, eyes flickering with intelligence, calculation, a

The Void rippled around them, alive with tension and impossible energy. Shards of broken worlds collided and spun, twisting in ways that defied gravity and reason. Time itself seemed to falter, stretching and snapping with each heartbeat, each pulse of energy emanating from the anomaly.Seraphine’s hands were steady on the Blade of Origin. Its silver light blazed brighter than ever, flaring in time with the bond she shared with the immortal beside her. This bond was no longer just a tether it was a weapon, a living force that disrupted the order of the Void and challenged the Architects themselves.Rowan staggered on a floating fragment, muttering, “Surviving this is… traumatizing. Not heroic. Definitely traumatizing.”Seraphine ignored him. Ahead, the colossal forms of the Architects were coalescing fully, each fractal body shifting endlessly, countless eyes blinking in all directions. They were calculating, probing, responding to every ripple of the anomaly’s presence, but they coul

The Void screamed around them, a living, writhing canvas of broken worlds and distorted time. Shattered fragments spun violently, colliding in flashes of impossible light, while shadows deeper than night slithered between the cracks. Reality itself seemed to resist their presence, folding and warping under the pressure of the anomaly.Seraphine tightened her grip on the Blade of Origin, its silver light blazing like molten fire. The bond with the immortal beside her pulsed violently, wrapping them in a shield of energy that kept them anchored to each other and to their purpose amid the chaos.Rowan scrambled over a fragment that twisted like liquid beneath him, muttering under his breath.“Okay, note to self: surviving this feels like stepping inside a cosmic blender. I hate everything right now.”Seraphine didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed ahead, where the rift between realities had begun to manifest. A massive fissure opened in the Void, a jagged tear where multiple dimensions ble

The Void screamed, its twisted shards of reality colliding violently, folding and reforming like living metal under pressure. Time skipped and fractured with every heartbeat, responding to the presence of the anomaly in ways no being could predict. Shadows deeper than night writhed around them, probing and twisting, testing their minds, their resolve, their very essence.Seraphine’s hands gripped the Blade of Origin with unyielding determination. Its silver light flared brighter than ever, pulsing in perfect rhythm with the bond she shared with the immortal beside her. This bond had grown beyond connection it was a force that bent reality, disrupted the Architects’ calculations, and challenged the very rules of existence.Rowan stumbled behind them, clinging desperately to a spinning fragment of broken world.“Surviving this is… I mean, wow, I’m not even sure I’ll live to complain,” he muttered.Seraphine ignored him. Ahead, the rift had widened into a jagged, yawning wound in the Voi