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In the fractured realm of **Everburn Labyrinth**, where ash falls like snow and forgotten gods whisper through cursed bloodlines, **Seryn Octavius**—the last heir of the soul-devouring **Emberdirge Dynasty**—barters memories for power. His family’s ancestral curse binds him to a grim truth: every drop of alchemical elixir he brews erases a fragment of his past. But when his exiled mentor, **Lady Eluinora**, is exposed as a traitor who sold his clan to the God of Oblivion, Seryn’s quest for vengeance unravels a millennia-old conspiracy: the very curses that cripple the ancient dynasties are shards of a slain primordial deity, and *he* is the crucible to resurrect it.  

To survive, Seryn must master the forbidden **Ashborne Alchemy**, turning his family’s funeral rites into weapons—distilling grief into corrosive mists, forging vows into chainblades, and weaponizing his own decaying soul. Allies become liabilities: a mechanized orc warrior whose heart ticks toward self-destruction, a moon-cursed assassin hunting her reflection, and Eluinora herself, whose lies may hold the only key to salvation.  

As the **Clockwork Throne** awakronsume cities into slag and the **Thousand-Eyed Abyss** hungers for his lineage, Seryn faces an impossible choice: embrace the erosion of his humanity to become the realm’s destroyer, or shatter the alchemical laws of the universe—and with them, every soul he vowed to protect

`Ember Oath: Erosion of Souls`

The glassified streets refracted countless Reaper's Eyes under moonlight, each shard replaying visceral memories of agony.

Seryn's coral-bone wings sliced the air with windchime-like brittleness. Gurak clung to his back, her hookshot embedded in his skeletal gaps—the only way to avoid glass assimilation. Below, citizens frozen mid-flight by the harp's chord stared with star-charted pupils not their own.

"*Hard left!*" Gurak yanked the cable. "That nebula-abomination's feeding on timeflow!"

The parallel Seryn hovered above City Hall's spire, his inverted harp strung with micro-coffin beads. When he plucked the seventh string, Seryn's ribs resonated, erosion-marks etching sheet music beneath his skin—his mother's deathbed lullaby.

"Earplugs *now*!" Gurak pried her weeping pearl from its socket. "Leviathan mating call!"

The pearl detonated in her palm, unleashing three decades of compressed abyssal screams. Sonic waves collided, shattering glass structures for blocks. Seryn fell through the cacophony, memories spooling from his temples like filmstrip—twelve-year-old him peeking at forbidden family rites, now projected across the ruins.

"So you knew all along…" Eluinora's voice echoed through every glass shard. Her specter traced the exposed memory. "Those keepsakes you burned… they were never mine. Just your guilt."

Seryn's wings speared into sewage pipes, dragging them underground. Cloned limbs floated in putrid alchemical sludge, their harp sigils leaking bioluminescence.

"Welcome to the Resistance." Gurak ignited her arm's phosphor-flare, revealing hundreds of clones deep in the tunnels—veins externalized as data cables jacked into a cerebrospinal vat. "Meet Replica 101."

The vat-brain opened a thousand cybernetic eyes. "Prime Seryn: Upload Reaper's Eye contact data immediately."

"Or," the clones chorused, Ashborne Cores glowing critical, "experience 374 curated deaths."

Seryn's erosion-tendrils pierced the vat. As gears meshed with neural folds, he *tasted* replication—100,000 memories locust-swarming his mind. Deep within lay Eluinora's logs: the dagger she'd plunged into his chest was no blade, but a Sargamar leviathan-bone mnemic siphon.

"You miscalculated this." He ripped his shirt open, revealing the coral dagger symbiotic with his erosion. "Leviathans kneel only to true hosts."

The dagger stabbed the vat. Clones vomited quicksilver fluid, tidal waves breaching tunnels and awakening the slumbering leviathan spawn—a mechanical octopus with coral-gear tentacles tipped by mermaid heads.

City Hall's harp wailed. Seryn surfaced to see his parallel self dissolving—the Reaper's gaze shifting toward the awakening leviathan. Where nebula-flesh sloughed off, Eluinora's core glowed identical.

"Vessel." The twin's voice cracked. "She split divinity three ways: you, me, and—"

Gurak's hookshot speared his core. As Eluinora's consciousness spilled from the nebula, Seryn saw it—the triune harp sigil rotating on her forehead.

The glass city imploded. Seryn stabbed the coral dagger into his heart, Falseheart Drumbeat reversing the lullaby. The Reaper's Eyes bled not light, but memory-ash black seawater.

At dawn, survivors found Seryn cradling Gurak's half-mechanized corpse, her chainbrand migrating to his neck. Eluinora's specter curled inside the dagger, humming a new requiem.

On the horizon, every pupil of the Thousand-Eyed City closed in unison.

**Chapter 5: City of Glass and the Memory-Devouring Leviathan**

Chapter 5: City of Glass and the Memory-Devouring Leviathan