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Synopsis:

In a universe where magic is outlawed and hunted to extinction, Steven Lethal is just a university dropout with a broken past… until he awakens a forbidden power that shouldn’t exist.

Marked by a mysterious Codex and stalked by interdimensional horrors, Steven becomes the last hope of a crumbling reality. As enemies from forgotten realms awaken and the truth behind the cosmic balance begins to fracture, Steven must master the very magic he was taught to fear.

But with each spell cast, the line between hero and destroyer begins to blur.

The fate of all worlds rests in the hands of a man destined to rewrite the laws of existence—or burn them to ash.

Unlock the secrets. Unleash the spellcaster. The Lethal Chronicles begin now.

Spell caster: the lethal chronicles

For the first time since he entered the Chronomancer's dominion, Steven could breathe.

The realm around him, once fractured and spiraling with infinite timelines, had collapsed into a calm void. A blank slate. Pure and still.

He lowered the Codex, now dim, the pages no longer glowing. His heart still raced, and his hands trembled from the surge of power he had just unleashed.

"...Did I win?" he whispered to himself.

The void echoed his words back, but offered no answer.

"Chronomancer's gone. But where the hell am I now?"

Steven took a cautious step forward. The floor, if it could even be called that, was like walking on stardust. His boots left trails of light behind with every step. There was no up, no down. Just… space.

Steven spun around, staff raised, Codex flaring faintly.

A figure emerged from the dim mist—no cloak, no theatrics. A man. Tall, silver-eyed, dressed in robes stitched with ancient symbols. His presence was… familiar.

"Who are you?" Steven demanded, tightening his grip.

"…You're one of the Architects."

"The one who wrote the Codex before you. The last Starcaster."

Steven's breath caught. "You're—what? I thought I was the only one left."

"You are. Because I died rewriting reality."

The Architect walked slowly, hands behind his back.

"You've done what few ever could. You broke the Chronomancer's Dominion… but at a cost."

Above them, the sky tore open like paper, revealing a red, bleeding wound in the fabric of existence. Shadows pulsed from it. A hum, like a scream held in eternity, echoed down.

"You broke the lock," the Architect said quietly. "And now… the Absence is watching."

"No. I ended this. I ended him. I stopped the collapse."

"You delayed it. The Chronomancer was a gatekeeper. A tyrant, yes, but a necessary one. He held the Absence back through fear. Now that he's gone…"

The Architect turned to him, eyes hard.

"…You've invited something far worse."

Steven's throat went dry. The Codex pulsed in his hand like a heartbeat.

The Architect said nothing at first.

Then, he stepped forward and reached toward the Codex. When his fingers touched it, a sudden surge of light passed between them.

Memories—not Steven's—rushed into his mind.

Worlds collapsing. Universes screaming. The Codex being rewritten over and over, each version more desperate than the last.

"You can't stop it alone," the Architect said, voice heavy.

"Because this is the space between what is and what could be. I'm a memory. A warning. A final page you haven't read yet."

"You gather the Fractured. The ones marked by paradox. They've each touched time. Each survived what should've killed them."

The Architect's voice echoed as he began to fade:

"The Oracle. The Rift-Touched. The Eternal Blade. The Weaver of Whispers. Find them… or lose everything."

"Wait!" Steven reached out, but the Architect vanished into starlight.

The wound above split open, and from it spilled a cascade of darkness. Something ancient. Hungry.

Steven turned his gaze to it, heart steady.

"…Guess there's no rest for the Starcaster."

He raised his staff. The Codex flipped

Chapter 41 : The shattered flow