Novel & Cerita Tales Of Destruction

Initiating self-destruction protocol. [Destruction countdown: three… two…] As darkness closed over me, I heard the system laugh. [Host, do you really think destroying me means you’re free?] [I left you a parting gift.] [Enjoy it.]

Clarissa is trying her best not to explode in anger. "Don't you want to get back at them? Victoria stole your ex-boyfriend in just a blink of an eye. kidnapped your boyfriend in the blink of an eye. She will do everything and anything just to destroy you. At least she won't be able to insult you anymore because you have me." Toru explained. "Come to think of it, Toru's right." she thought to herself. "So, do you want to proceed with the plan or not?" Toru inquired once again.

under his breath, he hurried after him. I wanted to see whether the data had been destroyed too, so I followed them to the lab. By the time we arrived, the place was already a mess. Only the cleaning lady remained, quietly tidying up. I searched everywhere. The data was gone. Zack immediately turned to her. "Where are the students?" The cleaner pointed outside. "A girl carried away a huge stack of papers earlier. Said it was trash and wanted to burn it. They probably went to the woods behind the building."

In a flash, she was sucked into a seemingly bottomless pit resembling that of an animal’s gut—as though she had been devoured by a huge monster. She had been falling for quite some time as darkness surrounded her, and even a faint light gave her relief when she saw an opening below. When she landed on her bottom with a thud, all feelings and emotions came flooding back to her senses as she laid down on the ground. Her clothes have been destroyed by the explosion while her flesh, blood, and bones had morphed into dust-like particles resembling desert sand.

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

The Dark Trace After the destruction of the final anchor, the world around the Rift begins to collapse. The group takes refuge within the Nexus itself, where the Nexus reveals its true nature. It speaks to Alex, warning them that the power they wield could bring about a new destruction. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, sending cracks snaking out like webs across the earth. The sky, once an ominous gray, was now a swirling vortex of shadow and light, as though the very fabric of reality was tearing itself apart. The Rift was collapsing, but it was taking everything with it—the world, their lives, their future.

*Sub-Nest Destroyed – EXP eighty million* City nest next—Rowan and Kayo unleash hell. Rowan’s erasure grids overlay the financial district—reality folding violent, skyscrapers of beasts vanishing in white flashes, screams cut short. Kayo’s foxfire chains lash wild—binding the core, yanking it screaming into erasure. **Kayo (laughing manic):** “Gotcha, you bastards!” Explosion rips air—core deleted in blinding orange. *Sub-Nest Destroyed*

BOOOOOOMMMMM “Hahahaha, in that case, I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to the figure you spoke of, O Keeper of the Book of Heaven!” The core of that world shattered, and with it, the world that had once resembled a lifeless wasteland crumbled along with the destruction of that blood-soaked monster. Nothing remained of that world’s ruin—no life, not even the slightest trace that the world had ever existed in that place. With the destruction of yet another world, it signaled that other worlds would meet the same fate without assistance from the upper world or the realm of the gods.

The High Dimension was no longer a realm of gold; it was a dying furnace of grey ash and splintering code. As Elara stood over the wreckage of the Underwriters’ throne, the very fabric of the multiverse began to unravel like a moth-eaten tapestry. The "Text" beneath her feet didn’t just scramble—it vanished, leaving the Silver Moon Pack standing on nothing but the sheer force of their Alpha’s will. Massive chunks of the "Foundation," the ancient laws of physics and narrative that had held their reality together for a thousand cycles, were being sucked into a gargantuan, swirling vortex of non-existence.