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A deafening howl tore through the battlefield.

The Octopus monster rose from the rubble, its soulless black eyes filled with madness. Olivia could barely stand. Her team was on the brink of death.

And then… something moved.

The tiny snake sank his fangs into the Bowolf’s cores. A surge of energy exploded. Wings of pure fire unfurled, its golden eyes blazed. A dragon had risen.

But one fatal mistake… He fell.

Something inside Olivia snapped. A roar ripped from her throat as flames consumed her. The sky cracked apart, and then…

[SYSTEM WARNING!]

[The Fire of Chaos has been activated.]

[Continued use will lead to destruction]

But Olivia wasn’t stopping.

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Thirty years ago, the world ended.

 Unknown monsters descended upon the earth, plunging it to ruins. But with the destruction came a blessing or rather a curse. 

The System.

Now, humans wield superpowers, battling the creatures that threaten their existence.

The last survivors formed factions, fighting to stay alive. But survival is a cruel game of fate. Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers  by lottery- to fight, to die.

Olivia never asked for any of this. Betrayed by her family, forced to fight, she was left for dead. Until fate intervened.

Until she met him.

Little White, the small, snake-like creature at her side, is hiding secrets far greater than she imagined. When death closed in, his truth unraveled, along with something even darker inside Olivia—power, overwhelming and untamed.

The Fire of Chaos is burning inside her, and if she doesn’t learn to control it…. She’ll destroy everything.

Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

Apocalyse: Marked by Chaos

With a swift move, a sword appeared on her hand, its lustre steel engulfed in flames, its edge was designed with a white golden metal.

She took to the sky, momentarily flying before landing on the border, her sword tearing a Bloodfang monster in halves.

The monsters hesitated, fear flickering in their eyes, but a low growl from their leader forced them forward, their movements reluctant yet obedient.

A smirk formed on Eritrea's lips as she slowly wiped the stain of black blood from her face. She strode forward, her hand effortlessly swirling the sword before she gripped it tight.

A Bloodfang let out a guttural snarl, sensing her movement. It was waiting for her to make the first move.

But she didn't. Instead, she vanished.

Chapter 38 Flames and Shadows