Chapter 305: Coming Back To Oblivion World
Samuel's POV
Oblivion World – Edge of the Abyssal Spires
The sky here never changed—eternally bruised, stitched with cracks of crimson lightning. The winds howled like damned spirits. We were back.
The portal sealed behind us in a ripple of black fire, and the scent of ash and frost filled my lungs again. The moment my boots hit the scorched ground, I felt that shift—the gravity, the pressure of Oblivion settling on my bones like armor. This place had a soul, and it was rotten with power.
Roselle walked ahead of me, her black cloak trailing like smoke, her bare shoulders radiant beneath the twin moons overhead. Every step she took sent tiny ripples through the shadows. It wasn't just magic—it was dominance. Even the land knew not to defy her.
"You could take this realm by force," I muttered, watching her profile under the moonlight.
She smiled without turning. "Of course I could. But ruling and conquering are two different beasts, Samuel. And beasts like us... we're better when we tame the storm instead of becoming it."
Cryptic. Always cryptic.
We reached the platform near the edge of the Abyssal Spires—dark towers that reached like broken fingers into the sky. From here, a direct path led to Nerezza's throne room, guarded by specters that bent the air around them.
Roselle slowed, then turned to face me fully. The cold wind tugged her long black hair to the side, revealing her crimson eyes and that familiar half-smirk that meant trouble was near.
"I don't just want to talk to Nerezza," she said, voice low. "I want to offer her a pact. A merge of empires."