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that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.

His obsession deepened. I walked the line between ruin and surrender. How long before the secrets met? How long before the man I meant to destroy realized the ghost in his bed would be the one to bring his empire down? The game had never been more dangerous or more consuming.

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 stop what is. You can only endure or be unmade.”

“And what do you propose I do about it, huh? I’m powerless! I can only see fates and not interfere with them, I can barely fight, I can’t shift because I don’t even know if I am a true wolf shifter! What can I do? I’m weak!” Ruin takes my face in his rough hands and I feel that familiar warmth heading towards my eyes. The dark starts fading from my vision until I only see his face; the concern evident in his eyes. “Now you listen to me and you listen well,” he says, his voice low. “The Gods themselves are terrified of you and what you can do. Don’t you dare call yourself weak or powerless.” I shake my head, swatting his hands away. “That’s not me, that’s who I will be in years to come. Right

It looked perfectly like a person, and if it hadn't had pitch-black eyes with red pupils, she may have mistaken it for one. "Give me some time, and keep the demon busy." Dior mumbled. The panoply of skills possessed by a hero should not be underestimated. They were dubbed "heroes" for a reason, and it wasn't just for show. Ruin Magic. Ruin was an element, but it was too strong for a person to hold in their sole possession. It would devour the individual alive the moment they used it, leaving nothing but ruins in its wake. And this Ruin Knight was a class that could use the Ruin element, though only under extreme conditions.

We hadn't touched the lower chambers since the Vault’s rise, but now we descended again—me, Kael, Caleb, and an elder scribe named Mireen. Mireen carried a bound codex wrapped in leathered wolf skin. “This was recovered from the Sorn ruins after the first purge,” she said. “I wasn’t allowed to translate it then. Alpha Magnus forbade it." Kael grimaced. “We’re not under Magnus anymore.” Mireen opened the book. Each page was soaked in symbols, blood glyphs, and scattered phrases in the tongue of the forgotten. My fingers hovered over one sigil that mirrored the one on my chest.

[The Architecture of Ruin] The weight of his fingers bruising my hip was the only solid thing left in a world that had dissolved into a sea of absolute, screaming crimson. Sitting on the lap of a god who no longer knew how to love me, I realized that the cage hadn’t disappeared when the Spire fell—it had simply expanded to enclose the entire human race.

I bit my lip hard to conceal my itching fist. He's dating Zayne and he still talks bullshit like this. I came at him angrily without thinking, my fist landed on his iron jaw. I got back the shock. “Ow, what's with your face?” It was like I'd punched steel. Pain shot through my knuckles before fear finally caught up with me. I looked up first and regretted it. Those eyes were different now. The gold ring was gone, just pale grey. Empty and glaring. It was then I knew I'd fucked up big time, punching the guy who controls your roster.

Then he said, low enough to ruin me, “Wear white for him if you want. I’ll still take you in blood.” My chest hurt. Gideon’s face hardened completely. “You arrogant bastard,” he said. Devon finally looked at him fully. “Accept.” The word was quiet. It still sounded like an order. Gideon moved closer. “You failed before. You lost power. You came back crawling into Gamma rank, and now you want to gamble your remaining strength on an old law?” Devon’s expression did not change. Gideon’s voice lowered. “One failure weakens you. Three failures break you. You remember that, don’t you?”