The First Clash
The Scorch-Eater struck like a living apocalypse—
claws of molten bone, breath of searing soulfire.
Christian and Kien moved as one—
Void-Ice Flame spinning between them in twin vortexes of black frost and white heat.
Every strike was chaos.
Every dodge was survival.
The new power was beautiful... but it was wild.
It burned too hot, froze too sharp—threatening to tear their bodies apart with every pulse.
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Sairen's Gambit
Sairen, wounded and furious, hovered at the edges of the battle.
He wasn't helping.
He was waiting.
Waiting to see who would fall first—so he could claim the victor.
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Breaking the World
Kien and Christian went for a final strike—
a twin-lance of Void-Ice Flame aimed straight at the Scorch-Eater's core.
It roared back—
not in pain, but in hunger—and unleashed its own soul-breaking flame.
The collision shattered the air itself.
Reality ripped open.
The sky fractured into black cracks.
The earth split like glass.
A screaming portal tore wide—and gravity died.
Christian, Kien, and the Scorch-Eater were sucked into the Abyss.
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Into the Unknown
Falling.
Spinning.
Burning.
Christian felt the Abyss—not as darkness, but as memory.
Old wars.
Broken worlds.
A scream at the end of time.
Kien's hand tightened around his.
Through the chaos, she anchored him.
Through the Void, he shielded her.
Together, they hit the ground of an impossible world—
a place of floating ruins, crimson rivers, and skies like shattered mirrors.
The Scorch-Eater howled nearby—stronger than ever in this broken place.
And behind it…
something far older stirred.
Something that knew Christian's name.
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End of Chapter