Chapter 350: The Legacy of the Black Thrones
Samuel’s POV
I stood on the edge of a scorched cliff in the remnants of Goaliath’s shattered realm. The sky here was cracked like broken glass, bleeding voidlight through fractures in reality. The wind whispered like dying gods, but all I could feel was the silence... and the hunger.
A hunger for more.
Not food.
Not rest.
Battle.
Something inside me—twisted, evolved, primordial—craved the next challenge. The next conquest. The next war.
My hand twitched near the hilt of my blade as if it, too, longed to taste the scream of souls again.
And then—
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION – PRIMORDIAL ALIGNMENT DETECTED]
A cold pulse ran through my spine. My eyes flared violet as the system’s voice—calm, mechanical, yet laced with something that now trembled—echoed in my mind.