Chapter 231: IN'THERAK'S AWAKENING

[CASPIAN'S POV – BURIED ALIVE]

Darkness.

Not the kind that comes from closed eyes or shadowed corners. This was the darkness of nothing—the suffocating, crushing weight of the earth pressing down on him, the stink of molten rock and his own burning flesh clogging his throat.

Caspian—no, the thing that had been Caspian—twitched.

His body was broken.

Not just broken. Ruined.

Alberto's Godfire had seared through muscle, bone, and soul—leaving him a smoldering wreck buried under half a mile of collapsed Black Site. His limbs were gone, his torso a blackened husk, his face… well, he didn't have one anymore. Just a skull wrapped in strips of meat, jaw unhinged, teeth ground to powder.

He should be dead.

But he wasn't.

"Pathetic."

The voice slithered into his skull like oil—thick and rancid.

Caspian's remaining eye rolled wildly in its socket.

IN'THERAK.