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Chapter 3000: Memories of Oblivion
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    Tram
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    Только я один подумал о первом пати, что захватили белый замок в забытом берегу? Они же реально самые крутые ребята
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      ZionCrestZero
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      I'm not sure but sunny saw first bright lord's shadow dissipate. Look at Horus, Caster and Harper, Cassie was unable to bring any of them back despite Caster and Horus having the highest potential among the forgotten shore fallen. Is it because sunny took their shadows into seasoul to become shades, hence they're "unrecorded" fallen memories? Sunny is still heir of death and Cassie can't touch what the death domain swallowed in yet. It's not within her capabilities.

      IDK, I'm not sure and G3 needs to clarify these things later.
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        Mr. Soup
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        Do y'all know russian? How do you understand what these people are saying?
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          Berunkasteru
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          there's a translation feature in account settings, it translates all the comments and stuff
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            ZionCrestZero
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            Yep not only that. Non English readers can translate everything to their local languages.
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              Mr. Soup
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              Hm it doesn't work for me. The machine translate and AI translate setting or whatever right? I turned it to on and set it to Google Translate and Yandex Translate but neither worked for this comment.
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                Skirdag
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                Copy and paste still works if you're curious enough.
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    hanrry
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    quero ver como está a descrição da benção (espada da nephis)
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    JR3
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    1 more day, i can practically feel the chapters. pog reyna
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      Dissy
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      Two more days... 15
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      alex silent
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      Two eternities...
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      MrMysterious33
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      Despite knowing this, I still find myself checking for new chapters "just in case."
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        Ohshitimsorry
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        So true
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        The Dab Knight
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        Lol every morning :[
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    Joel_2.0
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    Quote: MrMysterious33
    I just realized that Asterion's name is probably recorded and graffiti-ed everywhere. Cassie's going to be busy for a while till things get cleaned up.

    Also it's cool that Cassie's domain doesn't clash with Nephis's, essentially meaning they can share the human domain. Nephis gets their longing and Cassie gets their memories.

    Still rambling here: Cassie could technically modify everyone's memories to strengthen Nephis's domain. Like how when they took over the government after Anvil and Song and spread a bunch of propaganda to portray her as the goddess of humanity. Except now, Cassie can deliver the propaganda into their brains without them even realizing. And the spark of their longing grows brighter.

    Yeah, I know. It's twisted like Asterion was lol.
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      Byte
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      Cassie can't access Asterion brain because they are both supreme... Same way Asterion can't access Nephis, Sunny and Moderet brain... Asterion could only try manipulating their reasoning and decision making.
      Unless Cassie have unlimited access to Asterion brain and memories, she can't do a proper clean up... Just like Sunny, Asterion was a wanderer and have been to lot of places in the dream realm and manipulated lots of people who have also been to lot of places. So cleaning out all traces of Asterion is almost practically impossible for Cassie as it stands now.
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        MrMysterious33
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        No I agree. I was referring mainly to the traces of Asterion left all over the human domain when they were enthralled. Of course there's traces of him across the dream realm as well.

        Cassie's going to be removing those traces until she becomes sacred, or possibly even divine. At that point, she'd embody the laws of knowledge and memory and simply remove the concept of Asterion from those laws, making him [unkown]. Just speculating of course. G3 has away of subverting my expectations and creating a better story.
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          Byte
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          In the human domain, don't forget that Asterion was trapped on the moon for a long time... Asterion can be killed, and his abilities nullified but they don't how.
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    SyndroZ
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    What a glorious volume top 5 for sure, but as always let's celebrate and feast for more stories to come
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    Byte
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    I think this comment section should be blocked till the next chapter is released... People are just coming up with stupid theories.... Cassie is the nightmare spell, Cassie is the heir to Oblivion, Nephis is the flame of divinity...
    I am waiting for someone to say nightmare is the heir of dream God 🤣
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      Mahito Musashi
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      Do not stop a creativity of a man as it will be beginning of doom
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        ZionCrestZero
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        Beginning of man's doom is upon us all. The age of AI is here, they will obsolete our thinking and extinct humanity.
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      ZionCrestZero
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      I have a better idea. Just block everyone in your preferences so you won't hear any yapping from anyone else. You'll be free from everyone else's comments and you can post as much as you like without seeing anyone else's replies of how stupid your ideas are.

      This is not hate by the way, it's though love. I wouldn't say this if I didn't care enough about you. I'm wanting to teach you to be more respectful of others ideas and words therefore why I'm critique of your misguided beliefs of silencing the community.

      Think about that. If I didn't care I'd just laugh at you and wouldn't even bring this up. But even though I know it's gonna generate more love and hate, I have chosen the path others wouldn't tread.
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        Byte
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        It's not hate... I just find myself spending more time wandering how people come up with some stupid theories
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    ZionCrestZero
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    Quote: Act I: TSOOVI

    The atmospheric inversion over the obsidian wastes of Vanguard Prime was a phenomenon of pure, bleeding friction, the predictable consequence of a world baked to a brittle, volcanic stillness. The sky seemed to fracture like cooled glass, smelling faintly of scorched copper and sulfur.

    Eighty miles above the cracked basalt, the Aethelgard Beta-201 hung suspended in absolute, almost sacrosanct immobility. This was no crude machine reliant on the volatile thrust of chemical fires or anti-gravity plates. It was a localized singularity. By folding space into its central apex, the ship anchored itself with pure, unyielding gravity, leaving a suffocating pressure in the surrounding air.

    The hull was an unbroken cylinder of matte-black, tachyon-dense alloy. Discarding the vulnerabilities of lesser civilizations, it possessed no seams, rivets, or viewports. Instead, it swallowed the feeble light of the dying red star, absorbing every stray photon within a mile to cast a shadow of absolute nothingness upon the sky. To the nomadic tribes on the plains below, it appeared as a horizontal scar, a void in the heavens that demanded worship or dread.

    Deep within the vessel's core, Legate Theron stood motionless. Theron bypassed the flawed, easily deceived limits of human sight, connecting directly to the universe through sub-dermal neural implants that fed telemetry straight into his brain.

    The physical room dissolved. In its place, his mind awakened into a hyper-rendered digital expanse, an infinite, silent white void.

    Then came the data.

    Cascades of mathematical strings and glowing algorithms tore through the emptiness, constructing a flawless, simulated reality around his awareness. With a subtle, subconscious twitch of his thoughts, Theron grasped the floating windows of light. He brushed away the atmospheric static of the planet below, dragging vital system readouts into his central field of vision.

    He perceived it as a vibrating, logical grid. Shifting bands of thermal radiation painted the landscape in harsh infrared. Wireframe vectors mapped the quantum mass densities of the basalt below, revealing the planet's hidden flaws. Jagged gravity lines bent in real-time around the hull, tracking the invisible weight of the universe.

    The system made sense. Every variable had its proper place, and within this sphere of absolute awareness, Theron was master of its logic.

    "The organic matter is proliferating, Biomass accumulation has reached critical density in Sector 4," a sharp, perfectly synthesized female voice echoed directly inside his mind.

    It was Axia. The ship’s highly advanced artificial intelligence; her intricate digital architecture was completely integrated with Theron’s own neural network, a pinnacle of modern biomechanical engineering that bridged the gap between human thought and digital precision.

    Theron turned his head toward the eastern horizon. It was a rare, stubborn gesture of organic habit that he refused to abandon, even in an age of pure data.

    Through the high-resolution thermal telemetry blooming across his vision, the landscape was undergoing a horrifying metamorphosis. The dead basalt rock was vanishing beneath a writhing, bioluminescent carpet.

    The Swarm of Chitin had arrived in style.

    True to their brutal doctrine, they bypassed conventional dropships and simply rained down from the heavens. Hours earlier, thousands of living, calcarapaces, had breached the planet's atmosphere. They had buried themselves deep into Chitinized drop-pods, massive, armored gastropods protected by heat-shielded che volcanic soil before opening their biological hatches to release the living vanguard of the Biocracy.

    They were an ancient civilization who had mastered an impossible feat, bending evolution itself into a weapon of war.

    Towering ground-striders, standing an imposing four stories tall with razor-sharp crystalline bone blades for limbs, patrolled the perimeter of the landing zone. Their massive legs were packed with hyper-dense actin filaments, organic fibers capable of snapping a reinforced titanium chassis with a single, devastating stride. Beneath these titans swarmed millions of needle-ticks. Their tiny, translucent bodies pulsed with volatile, acidic enzymes, a bio-engineered chemical compound designed to dissolve synthetic armor on contact.

    Above the moving horde, the air grew thick with a yellow, spore-laden smog. It was a localized, breathing atmosphere, an aggressive biological agent designed to terraform the planet in real-time.

    “The target bio-mass presents an unacceptable deficit to efficiency,” Theron muttered aloud. His voice was flat, ruthlessly modulated by internal sub-vocal implants that precisely regulated his vocal cords to eliminate human error. “A chaotic mass of carbon and fluid, from there on.”

    “Correct. Their reproductive cycle follows a strict exponential progression,” Axia replied within his thoughts, her digital voice carrying an analytical chill. “The vectors will occupy the entire planetary surface within forty-eight hours if left unchecked.”

    “They will not be left unchecked,” Theron shifted his internal focus, recalculating the central coordinates of the plain to parse the anomalous data. “Isolate the third variable, from there on.”

    Suddenly, the telemetry feed sputtered.

    The clear stream of data died for a heartbeat like a candle caught in a sudden draft. For a fraction of a second, the quantum sensors in Theron’s mind registered a violent anomaly.

    It was a void. An absolute absence of matter where the universe simply broke.

    On the exact center of the plain, where the mechanical perfection of the spaceship Beta-201’s shadow met the creeping, foul edge of the Biocracy’s spore cloud, a single structure stood. It had not grown there, nor had it been built by the hands of men or the claws of beasts.

    A millisecond prior, the ground had been bare basalt; now, it simply was. It had folded into existence, bypassing the ship’s deep-space sensory grid as easily as a thief slipping through a broken gate.

    It was a spire of white, polished marble, pale as old bones and completely unmarred by the acidic fog or the heavy radiation that rained down from the ship above. The stone shone with a cold, clean light that felt entirely wrong in this dead place.

    At its base stood four figures. They wore no vacc-suits, no reinforced plates of alloy, and no breathing apparatus to keep the rot out of their lungs. Instead, they wore simple, unspun fibers of golden silver cloth. The fabric drifted and swayed in the toxic breeze as if the poisoned air were as sweet as a Terran spring, unmindful of the death that swirled around them.

    Theron felt a cold weight settle in his gut.

    The Sacred Order of the Void Initiators. The Tsootvi, the name of an old wives tale used to scare their children to bed, when and if they dared speak the name at all.

    "Sensors report zero technological output from the spire," Axia warned, her digital tone tightening. "Furthermore, cellular analysis of the four entities indicates zero genetic modification, zero cybernetic enhancement, and zero physical weaponry."

    "Then how are they breathing the spore cloud, from there on?" Theron asked, his ocular implants zooming in on the group.

    "Unexplained," Axia said. "The atmospheric toxicity within a ten-meter radius of their forms is precisely zero. The molecules are... refusing to bond with their lungs."

    Theron exhaled a sharp breath. Technology could be calculated. Biology could be mapped and exterminated. But the Order operated on a hidden ledger his algorithms could never balance.

    "Prepare the atmospheric descent," Theron ordered, bracing himself for what lay ahead. "Let us see what the Sacred Initiators want with this rock, from there on."

    The air warped, screaming under the sudden thermal spike as the descent module’s phase-displaced Theron onto the basalt plain. He landed with a heavy, metallic crunch, the shock-absorbers in his Alpha Kappa 5 Rho 10 power armor instantly compressing to bleed off the kinetic energy. Even with the internal dampeners engaging at ninety-eight percent efficiency, the sheer weight of his kinetic-barrier plating forced his boots an inch into the brittle obsidian, sending a web of fractures rippling across the dark stone.

    Bypassing physical sight, his neural telemetry translated the clearing into a hyper-rendered digital expanse.

    To the east, the environmental sensors flagged a massive biological signature pushing through a localized spore cloud. A Matriarch of the Biocracy slithered into the open. Her upper anatomy mimicked human geometry with terrifying precision, but her lower half was a massive, segmented length of serpentine chitin, each plate overlapping to form an evolutionary armor that the ship’s database categorized as completely bulletproof. Her multi-faceted, gemstone eyes caught the dying light of the red sun, tracking Theron's plasma-arc projectors with cold intent. Beneath her jaw, a translucent green sac rhythmically expanded and contracted, hissing softly as it compressed a bio-engineered neurotoxin that the HUD flagged as highly corrosive. Behind her, two heavily muscled guard-beasts lowed, their jaws dripping a low-pH digestive fluid that audibly hissed as it ate away at the basalt.

    Standing perfectly still between the two rival powers were the Initiators. Devoid of physical armor or biological adaptations, the anomalies utilized an unclassified energy signature drawn from the void to neutralize the toxic atmosphere. The speaker stepped forward, an elegant being whose sharp, angular features carried the distinct lineage of an ancient elder race. Geometric runes etched into her skin pulsed with a soft, steady gold light, humming at a specific spiritual frequency.

    But it was the entity flanking her that made Theron’s internal power grid spike. The being possessed no solid flesh, no face, and no discernible anatomy. It was a shifting, incandescent silhouette composed entirely of concentrated white and gold radiance. Its silence projected a crushing, physical aura of pure authority that pressed against Theron's external kinetic barriers, causing the suit's energy meters to drop by a steady, measurable fraction of a percent every single second.

    Slightly behind them stood their apprentice, a young woman named Freyja Astra Selene, le Xara of Valen de Rox. Or Fry, for short.

    To anyone looking, Fry was a statue of flawless, ascetic discipline. She held her chin at that precise, maddening angle the Order demanded, high enough to imply she could see the cosmic threads of fate, low enough to ensure she wasn't looking at the ceiling. Her silver robes billowed in the toxic wind like calculated poetry. She looked terrifyingly serene.

    Inside her skull, her mind was throwing a violent, screaming tantrum.

    Don't drop the rock… don't rock the drop… rock the drop don’t. Please, pretty please, whatever sacred initiator gods are left out there, please do not let me drop this stupid rock. Fry squeezed the raw, uncut crystal in her fist until her knuckles throbbed. She locked her jaw to keep from trembling. Look at Master Dharma. Look at her doing the mean lean. She’s doing the 'I have lived a thousand years and know the exact weight of gravity' mean lean. I literally watched her practice that exact tilt in the temple courtyard mirrors yesterday for three hours. If I trip over these ridiculous silk hems right now, I am passing away on the spot. The bugs won't even have to kill me; I will simply dissolve from cosmic embarrassment. Master D would tell me “Humility and acceptance would only materialize upon reaching Rock Bottom or the Bottom of that dropped Rock.”

    She didn't dare turn her head, but she cut her eyes sideways to gauge the newcomers.

    This is a disaster, her inner voice muttered, panicking furiously beneath the serene mask. On my right, Her Royal Bug Highness looks like a giant centipede had a tragic accident with a swimsuit model. And on my left... well.
    She peeked through the sensory layers of her crystal, the cosmic frequency stripping away the heavy kinetic plating of the Legate’s armor like peeling an onion. Beneath three tons of terrifying, weaponized alloy, the actual pilot was... surprisingly aesthetic. Sharp jawline. Messy, dark hair plastered with sweat. Piercing eyes locked in a furious glare.

    Oh, great, Fry thought, her internal monologue taking a sharp, flustered nose-dive. Mr. Shiny-and-Chrome is actually kind of cute. Like, brooding-doomed-soldier cute. Why does the genocidal cyborg collective get the hot ones? Stop it, Fry. Focus. He is literally trying to find a way to glass your entire hemisphere. Do not get a crush on the killer kitchen toaster appliance. Why did I think skipping meditation class to play diplomat on a dead rock was a good idea? I could be back on Valen de Rox eating honey-cakes right now. Instead, I'm breathing sulfur, hoping my robes don't catch fire, and blushing inside my own skull over a guy who wants to turn me into data. Regulate your breathing Fry, deep inhale for 8.8 celestial counts, hold for 3.3, exhale for 6.6. What would master D say? “This too, shall pass.”

    "Legate Theron of Alpha Omega Prime-7563, Sector 348, Block 12, Unit 4 Beta" Master Dharma spoke. Her voice didn't need the air. It bypassed Theron's external com-links entirely, landing straight in the man's auditory cortex with the soft weight of a falling leaf. The Matriarch hissed, her tail lashing the cracked stone, proving the telepathic echo had struck her too. "And Brood-Mother Vane of the El Drazi Deep Mire. You bring your weapons to a cradle."

    "This planet holds the ruins of the First Builders," Theron said. His external speakers boomed, a synthetic roar designed to rattle bones. "Its geometric archives belong to our collective. We will catalog the data. We will harvest the core. Your presence is a trespass, from there on."

    Vane’s jaw split sideways, unhinging to reveal rows of wet, translucent needles. "The stone is old meat," she hissed, her voice a clicking chorus of a thousand invisible mandibles. "The bones of the old ones belong to the soil. We will feed them to the nurseries. We will grow stronger. The metal-men cannot eat the data. You only hoard it."

    "Your evolutionary track ends here, beast," Theron replied. The plasma cannons on his shoulders whirred, tracking her vital organs. "We have the firepower to glass this hemisphere before your spores can take root, from there on."

    The Matriarch reared back, her chest swelling as her chemical sacs began to ignite with a green, volatile bio-plasma.

    "ENOUGH…" Master Dharma whispered in a hushed explosive blast.

    The word wasn't loud, but it hit the plain like a tectonic hammer. A ripple of displaced air tore outward, flattening the dust and reaching the horizon in a single, impossible heartbeat, completely ignoring how sound and distance were supposed to behave. She didn't shout. She just raised a long, rune-carved finger. Beside her, the being of pure light flared into a blinding, oppressive sun.
    Through their mental bond, Fry felt Master Dharma’s consciousness push against hers. It was not a voice, but a sudden, vast memory of a room that had never existed, cold and heavy with the scent of starlight.

    “Exhale the shore, little spark. Let the tide of the unmade carry the stone.”

    Oh, spectacular. No pressure at all, Fry’s mind shrieked, her inner monologue squeaking in terror. Just rewrite the fundamental laws of physics in front of a giant killer cyborg and a prehistoric hyper-evolved centipede. Sure. If I get the multi-tonal vibrations wrong, I'm pretty sure my lungs will turn into liquid jello. Master D would tell me, "First Things First."

    Externally, Fry closed her eyes. She drew a slow breath of the toxic air, which her master’s passive aura was mercifully converting to crisp oxygen, and began a low, rhythmic chant. She forced her throat to mimic the hollow, echoing resonance she’d been taught, making herself sound like an ancient goddess speaking from the depths of a canyon. She poured every ounce of her frantic energy into the crystal, anchoring her mind to the absolute nothingness of the Void.

    An unseen distortion shuddered through the stone. It defied technology and bypassed chemistry. It was a cold, fundamental revision of cosmic law, reshaping what could exist.
    The plasma cannons on Theron’s shoulders died with a hollow click. The glowing power bars on his visor dropped to absolute black. His kinetic barriers vanished like mist. Across the clearing, the green fire in the Matriarch’s throat went cold. Her guard-beasts collapsed into the dirt, their legs buckling as their involuntary muscles simply forgot how to contract.

    A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the plain.
    "Holy stars, I did it. I actually did it, I believe in the higher power and it pays off, I guess."

    Fry’s inner voice cheered, doing a frantic, joyous backflip inside her brain.

    Take that, Order of the Silent Veil. Who’s the weakest initiate in the sector now, Grandmaster Guru Rin Roveche? I am literally holding down a planetary nullification field. Wait... my forearm is already cramping. Please don't let my hand shake. Keep the spooky goddess face on, Fry. Maintain majesty. If you sneeze right now, the spaceship falls and we all become pancakes. As the master would say, "Do your things right and everything else will follow accordingly."

    Theron tried to flex his fingers, but the cybernetic neural bridge linking his brain to his suit was dead. He was trapped inside three tons of unpowered alloy, a prisoner in his own armor.

    Master Dharma stepped forward. With every stride of her sandals, the cracked basalt split further, tiny white flowers bursting from the stone, not grown from seeds, but pulled directly from the creative will of her mind.

    Look at her go, Fry thought, her internal panic turning into pure, dark amusement as she watched her master glide across the field. She loves this. She is such a drama queen. Meanwhile, I'm standing here holding a radioactive brick of pure cosmic will, trying not to pass out because I forgot to breathe.

    "The metal-born counts the stars to catch the rain," Dharma hummed, her voice vibrating through the stone rather than the air as she looked up at the sinking Aethelgard. "The flesh-born digs the soil to find the sky." She looked down at the Matriarch, who was dragging her heavy tail through the dirt. "You gather at the shore to split the waves, blind to that ocean that gave source to your desire."

    "What... did you do... to my grid? … from there on?" Theron forced his physical tongue to move, his vocal cords straining against the dead weight of the suit.

    "We gave your machine its oldest mirror, Theron," Dharma said softly. She stepped back, gesturing for Fry to take the lead.
    The young apprentice stepped forward, her crystal blazing with a soft, internal gold fire that illuminated her expressionless face.

    Alright, Fry. Final line. Don't stutter. Make it sound like you've done this a thousand times, she told herself, taking a mental deep breath as she pointed the glowing stone toward the center of the plain. A proper quote from Master D for this would be, “The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”

    A massive fissure tore open between the factions. No steam rose from the dark. No magma. Only a quiet, golden light that made the technical sensors of the ship and the biological senses of the Swarm utterly irrelevant.

    "The archives are not data, and they are not food," Fry said. Her voice carried that strange, multi-layered echo, ringing with a heavy authority that shocked both the Legate and the Brood-Mother. "They are an awakening that neither of you are ready for."

    Boom. Nailed it, her inner voice cheered triumphantly, even as her physical fingers began to go numb from the strain. Now... seriously, how do I turn this thing off before my hand locks up forever?
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      alex silent
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      Where to read more?
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        ZionCrestZero
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        Sorry it's not finished yet I'm still writing it. Once it's completely done I'll give you a free digital copy
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          alex silent
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          Are you a fan of Stellaris or StarCraft?
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    Atlas
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    Holy shit what an ending man this arc has truly been an amazing ride! Literal tears in my eyes right now this is up there with Antartica and the Forgotten Shores for me
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    I just realized that Asterion's name is probably recorded and graffiti-ed everywhere. Cassie's going to be busy for a while till things get cleaned up.

    Also it's cool that Cassie's domain doesn't clash with Nephis's, essentially meaning they can share the human domain. Nephis gets their longing and Cassie gets their memories.

    Still rambling here: Cassie could technically modify everyone's memories to strengthen Nephis's domain. Like how when they took over the government after Anvil and Song and spread a bunch of propaganda to portray her as the goddess of humanity. Except now, Cassie can deliver the propaganda into their brains without them even realizing. And the spark of their longing grows brighter.

    Yeah, I know. It's twisted like Asterion was lol.
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      ZionCrestZero
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      3 way sharing? LoL humanity is under the supreme trinity... Nemphis has their hearts, Sunny's shadow bonded in and Cassies got their memories
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        Byte
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        The main question is if Cassie can still be a member of Nephis domain... That itself would be a huge bonus for Nephis and also cover Cassie's weakness in combat
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          ZionCrestZero
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          Ever since forgotten shore Cassie making plans and foreseeing the best course of action from the back while sunny and neph cover her and attack. Even as sovereigns, I think they'll stick to this strategy as it's one they've tried and tested. Everyone is familiar with their roles to play they do it seamlessly
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    Are you guys bored while waiting for new chapters, here read this.

    [ Bitter Wine, Cold Smoke ]
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    A small, ramshackle shop was full of cigarettes, sugary biscuits, and other tempting things children liked to eat. Inside, a middle-aged man was carefully mixing a bottle of alcohol. Drops of sweat were appearing on his forehead, and his face was a little pale, as if he was afraid of something.

    Outside the cabin, sitting on a bench, was a skinny boy who did not look older than sixteen or seventeen years old. The hair on his head was thick, reaching halfway over his ears on the sides and to the middle of his neck. His face would have been considered quite handsome if it were not for the long scar running from his forehead, between his eyebrows, to the middle of his left cheek.
    His eyes were neither too long nor too short, with a medium-sized nose and dry lips. All in all, his face would have been considered above average if it were not for that long scar. There were huge dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not slept for days. His face was slightly red, as though he was enduring something.

    Currently, he was wearing a black leather coat with a few drops of something red staining it. Underneath, he wore a black full-sleeved shirt and white flexible pants that were neither too tight nor too loose. Despite his appearance, he carried a cold and dominating aura that warned others to stay away from him. A white cigarette rested between his fingers, and from time to time, he took a long drag before falling into a trance-like state

    "Cough... cough..." After inhaling too much smoke into his lungs, he could not take it anymore and coughed fiercely. He watched the half-burned cigarette with a cold and indifferent expression for some time and then threw it away.

    He leaned back against the bench and looked towards the sky. The sky was not the same sky that people four decades ago used to watch,a clear blue sky with a sun during the day and a moon at night_ No, the sky right now was entirely something else. There was a world, a world full of islands. Not the type of islands found on Earth; there were many islands floating upon an ocean of water. They did not look too big, yet at the same time they seemed enormous. On many of them stood magnificent black towers so tall that it looked as if they were breaking through the sky and falling toward the earth, while at the same time appearing unimaginably far away.

    The world with islands and an ocean of water hung upside down in the sky, never falling, occupying the place where the ozone layer once used to be.

    On many of them there were cities, ancient buildings, pagodas, and many statues. He could only see that all of them were either golden in color or white like glass, as if they were made from gold and diamonds. As for the specific details, they were too far away and quite blurry, as if something was obscuring them.

    "Lord David, your wine is ready."

    Suddenly, a voice with a hint of fear came from his side.

    David acted as if he did not hear and continued watching the sky. There were many small, swirling black holes on its surface.People call them Sinkholes.They were like dots in the sky, and when David looked into them, his thoughts began to disorder and he started to lose his sense of existence. He hurriedly looked away.

    The most abnormal thing about this phenomenon was that despite spreading across the entire sky like a sheet, it never stopped sunlight from reaching the earth.

    When you looked at the sky, you would see this majestic world, or whatever it was, but you would not be able to see the sun, as if it had vanished somewhere. Despite that, during the daytime the world was still illuminated like before, and at night it became dark.

    David tilted his head a little to the left and could see another world overlapping this one. He could only see the overlapping point of that world because it was too far away, and thus he could not tell what it looked like but he knew what lay there. It was the third world—Vearth, the world of the god Dravok,which is continuously being consumed by the Celestial Sinkhole

    Then, he tilted his head to the right and saw a third world overlapping as well, just like before. Where the realms intersected, a fraction of that world became visible: a expanse of white, glistening glass. The entire world was made of glass, perfectly mirroring the Earth below it. David could only see its outermost edge, but he already knew its name.

    Kisra, the world of goddess of destiny.

    Meanwhile, the world hanging directly above his head was Riyal—the world of true nature

    David finally turned his head toward the middle-aged man who was carrying a glass full of brownish wine with a half piece of lemon on top of it. He had a black beard with a thin face. There were only a few strands of hair on the top of his head while the rest was bald. Currently, he was carrying the wine glass with both hands while slightly bent over.

    David stared at him for a moment, which made the middle-aged man shudder a little. The moment David took the wine from his hands, he quickly bowed and went inside his cabin with lightning speed.

    David was dazed for a moment. This much fear... David knew that he was quite well known in the city, and many people called him Lord David despite his age and feared him, but it was never to this extent.

    It looked like his current deeds had spread through the city pretty fast. Shaking his head, he looked toward the wine glass, and for the first time there was a hint of hesitation on his face.

    "Mother clearly warned me never to drink because of Father's drinking habits, but I really wanted to try this as well, and it's not like this is the first time I've broken a promise to her." David laughed a little.

    "The cigarette earlier really disappointed me. What was even that? Just smoke and dust which only made me cough. Tricky said that it was from the best company. I hope this wine will make me forget the world around me."

    With that, David took a sip.

    The moment the wine went through his throat, David felt the most bitter thing he had ever drunk in his life. His face twisted in a way that made him look like a person suffering from constipation and straining on the toilet.

    "Phuuuuu… cough, cough!" He choked on the liquor while coughing even worse than before.

    "What the… cough… hell?" David stared at the glass with an ugly expression and then threw it away as well.

    "Mother was right. Why do people drink and smoke these kinds of things?"

    David walked to the counter of the small shop and looked at the man, who seemed unsure whether he should run away or stay. David put his hand inside his coat to give the shopkeeper some money, but when the shopkeeper saw him reaching into his coat, he suddenly turned pale.

    "L-Lord Davis, t-this unworthy one made a mistake. Please give me another chance. I will make the best one. I-I…"

    "Enough." By now, David had become seriously annoyed by the shopkeeper's behavior.

    "I don't need another pack. I would rather die than drink something like this again."

    The shopkeeper became flustered for a moment.

    "Here is your money for that wine and cigarette."

    The middle-aged man stared at the money for a moment, then hurriedly shook his head. "Th-there is no need, Lord Da—"

    "I told you to take it," David cut him off, a hint of anger in his voice, while his eyes turned much colder.

    The shopkeeper became even paler and took the money with trembling hands.

    David looked at him for a moment more, then sighed and turned away.

    "Lord…"

    "Keep the change." David waved his hand without turning back and walked farther and farther away.

    The middle-aged man watched David until he disappeared from his sight, then collapsed into his chair and started wiping the sweat from his face.

    ---

    David was walking along an open road with an absent-minded expression. The road was cracked here and there with many potholes. There were a few houses scattered around, and smoke rose from their roofs through chimneys.

    Currently, it was mid-December in UKA (United Kingdom of Asia), and it was the season of snowfall. David was walking at a steady pace when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in the left side of his chest.

    "Ugh…" David clenched his shirt over his heart.

    The Voidheart Curse was spreading faster than he had imagined. He slowly rubbed his chest, and after a few moments, the pain disappeared as if it had never existed.

    After walking for a while, David suddenly stopped. He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and said evenly,

    "How long are you guys planning to follow me?"

    There was complete silence for a few seconds, and then someone leaped out from a bush at the side of the road. A few people jumped down from the roof of a nearby house, and someone even crawled out of a garbage container.

    Before he knew it, David was surrounded by many people.
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      Kai_the_Son_of_G3
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      there are three more chapters on WebNovel, if you guys wants to read them.I will upload them here boast
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      7Gods
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      It's pretty solid though, upload it buddy
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        Kai_the_Son_of_G3
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        ohh .. yeah sure. one chapter today three chapters tomorrow
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      Psihovscky
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      I don't know, maybe it's this style on purpose, but there are too many lists and descriptions. I got tired after the first three sentences. There's no immersion in the story, it's like I'm reading an atlas of the universe with descriptions of everything. If I change this and remove the repetitions, it will be much better.
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        Kai_the_Son_of_G3
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        thanks for the feedback. I actually wanted to make it simple but I have choosed a quite difficult world building so I found it necessary to explain it in detail.It's actually my first novel, maybe i should have gone with something light?
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          Psihovscky
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          Just simplify the letter. Actually, I write too, and the GPT chat can be very helpful in evaluating your novella. It gives good advice.
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            Kai_the_Son_of_G3
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            Sure .. thanks
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