Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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His muscles ached, his mind buzzed with remnants of psychic fatigue, but he was free. Truly free.
He straightened, brushing off his half clad uniform. "I'm back? That was trippy... Who knew that a statue could cause this much problem," he muttered.
A sharp cracking sound echoed behind him.
Victor turned and his eyes widened as the massive statue began to splinter. Cracks of light raced through its surface before it exploded outward in a burst of dusti. The sheer pressure from the blast made the air ripple violently, tearing through the clearing.
The air was still—unnervingly still.
Victor stood amidst a wasteland of petrified figures, the eerie stone faces staring into eternity. Each one bore expressions of agony, despair, or distorted calm. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his legacy sword. The weapon hummed faintly, reacting to his surging qi and unspoken rage.
