Chapter 338: Broke through level caps and divine laws
Henry's POV
The wind was cold. Not the kind of cold that numbed the skin—no, it was deeper than that. It bit into the bones. It whispered of endings.
I stood on the cliffs of Greyhold, staring down at the sea far below, where the storm churned with something ancient and furious. The world had changed, shifted violently ever since Samuel crossed the boundaries of the Forgotten Pantheon. I could feel it. We all could. The ley-lines sang a different tune now. The sky cracked in odd rhythms. And somewhere in the distance, the howl of a dead god echoed like thunder through time.
"Still brooding, old friend?" a voice said behind me.
I didn't have to turn. I knew it was Alaric. His steps were always too confident for someone who'd seen the worst of war.
"You feel it too," I replied, voice rough. "The world isn't right. The Veil's too thin. The gods are dying—and Samuel... Samuel's not just walking through realms. He's rewriting the structure of them."
Alaric walked up beside me, folding his arms. "He's transcended everything we knew. Broke through level caps, divine laws, even the Core Lock. No one was supposed to reach level 500, not even in prophecy. And now..."
"...now he's become something even the gods fear," I finished.
Alaric was silent for a beat. Then he spoke, softer, "He's not the same Samuel you knew in the Academy, Henry."
I clenched my fists.
"No," I whispered. "He's stronger. Smarter. More broken. And if we don't act soon, we might lose him completely."