DarkAngel_

In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



Five weekly chapters: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and two on Sunday.

For a while, I posted only one chapter a week because I ran into a small issue with the 'language'/'naming' of some creatures in the recent chapters. I wasn’t sure which language to use for their names—and I even considered creating a simple one specifically for that purpose. I gave it a try, but I didn’t like the outcome and eventually gave up.

Well, I hope you enjoy what you're about to read.

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Echoes of Hollow

The werewolves guarding the forest’s perimeter hadn’t slackened, even after realizing the monsters wouldn’t approach. Their numbers only grew—a fact that demanded vigilance. They didn’t know why the creatures reacted this way, but the reason was simple: the overwhelming concentration of mana in that place, denser than anywhere else nearby. 


Even restrained, the three powerful beings present were enough to flood the surroundings with their mere presence. And Hye, of course—unknowingly—contributed by dispersing his mana like a beacon. 


Alluring and horrifying. The mana enveloping the forest and beyond drew the creatures, hypnotizing them, compelling them to wander closer. Not to attack. The pressure was so immense it left them paralyzed, senses overwhelmed by terror. 


Chapter 103