Novel & Cerita Battlefield Of The Mind Audiobook

whispered the boy, dropping a touch of insistent dictation covered by its tiny tone. “Where are we?” he inquired. “Wake up, Praxis.” “Wake up!” The boy repeatedly hissed, but Praxis could fully understand nothing. The boy started it from a simple whisper that grew louder and louder until he screamed from the top of his lungs. It reverberated all around, each and every part of the abyss, entered inside his ears that covering it would still persistently make its way in. The echoes entering his head made him felt a bit unsteady. For countless times, his body seemed to have weakened again. He sat on the ground, eyes wide open, get laid on the floor, and until the deafening echoes enveloped the c

The earth splintered beneath my feet. Black flames encircled me. The cries ceased. It all froze. Even the sky grew gloomy. When I opened my eyes again, they were pitch black. No glow. No light. Just shadow. When I said in a whisper, "Let's finish this," my voice didn't sound like mine. I stepped onto the battlefield again. But this time… I wasn’t battling for my pack. I was simply battling. since I desired to. I smiled as the shadows trailed behind me.

I say quietly But I don’t move back I don’t step away Because I understand something now that I didn’t before This was never just a war This was never just revenge This was never just survival This was a beginning And whatever is standing in front of me now Is part of it The next step The next fight The next truth I was never meant to find The figure stops a few steps away from us The battlefield holds its breath And for a moment Everything feels suspended between what just ended And what is about to begin Then it speaks Not out loud Not in words But inside my mind Clear Cold Unavoidable You have finally awakened

One final push— straight toward the core— through everything— through the chaos— through the pain— through the impossible— And just as we’re about to reach it— the darkness shifts. Violently. Desperately. “You think it’s that easy?” it hisses. “No,” I reply. “Then why—?” “Because this time,” I say, “we’re not fighting alone.” Silence. Sharp. Confused. And then— the void cracks. Not from us. From somewhere else. Something new. Something unexpected. Something powerful. And whatever just entered the battlefield— it’s not on the Mastermind’s side.

He shouted at him. Unconsciously, he became unstable, gross insanity seeped into his mind. His face changed to a fierce stare. He resumed his act and continued to punch blindly on his face and chest. The more he punched, the louder the mocked laughter became. He wasn't hearing the laughter with his ears anymore but with his mind. Feeling drained, he started to feel conscious of his surrounding. Everywhere was covered in a grey mystic fog. He noticed people falling dead to the ground as soon as the fog got to them. People were still fighting. They were oblivious to the mist that was seeping through the battlefield. Suddenly, the noises stopped, everyone, stood transfixed. The field was silen

But there was no pain—just a strange, powerful sensation. I could feel my body gearing up to do the impossible. It was as if my mind had become a live wire, buzzing with energy. Inside my head, multiple sparks crackled and collided, each one a burst of raw potential energy. The chaotic noise of the surrounding battlefield suddenly faded, leaving only a sharp, focused silence. My mind locked onto the two men in the distance, Drew and my father, as they struggled to help the injured from the blast.

Like her voice calling me back from the abyss. The wolf twitched. He heard it too. And for the first time… something in him trembled. “Her,” he murmured, shadows around his chest pulling away. His voice no longer thunder just a ghost of it. “She remembers us. Even when we forget.” The battlefield cracked. A fissure split the ground before me, glowing with molten gold. Lava surged through it, gurgling with something alive and ancient. The very fabric of this place the last refuge of my mind was tearing apart.

"Even Ruby failed. What can you do as an assistant?!" I pressed the broadcast button, my voice carrying into the isolation chamber through the speakers. "Commander Morris, can you hear me? This is Faith Gallagher. "Now, hold your breath. Pull your focus inward to the center of your mind. Don’t fight the lightning. Accept it." "Picture your body as a conductor, not a container."

Voices. Movement. Tension rising. But I didn’t look away. Because right now… This was the battlefield. And the war had just changed.

I don't want to hear this anymore! Sophie stared at me in disbelief. "Why? That's impossible! How did you get my brainwave data?" Sage piped up, "Because I designed that chip system. I planted a counter-control program in the chip inside your head. Everything you saw was what we wanted you to see. "Those foreign specialists you hired stole my research. I've already called the cops, and they've been arrested."