Chapter 160: Wings of the Broken Sovereign

The shrine was quiet. Too quiet.

Even the usual hum of spirit resonance had stilled, as if the world held its breath in anticipation. Rei stood alone in the central courtyard of the Spiritforge Sanctuary, gazing into the flickering lights of the nine integrated fragments. Each flame burned uniquely—some steady, some dancing, some erratic. But tonight, they whispered the same message:

One more.

From the horizon, a slow-moving shadow approached. The sky above fractured like dry paint, peeling back the illusion of peace.

Mireille stepped into view beside Rei, face pale, eyes hard. "We're getting system tremors from three sovereign anchors. The Flame of Ruin is bleeding through every defense layer."

Eirenne arrived next, cradling a scroll sealed with frost. "Even the Ice Temple sent an omen. Vildras is not just another fragment. She's entropy incarnate."

Noira unsheathed her blade. "Then we silence entropy."

Karasu landed nearby, feathers charred black. "No. You survive it."

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The Arrival of Vildras

Mount Veyralis, once dormant, now bled rivers of ash. The sky overhead swirled with a crimson aurora, and from its center emerged a silhouette—tall, winged, and regal. Vildras.

She descended like a comet, landing amidst firestorms, her body encased in obsidian armor cracked with glowing magma lines. Her hair writhed like tendrils of flame, her gaze hollow yet seething.

Rei stepped forward.

"You've come far," Vildras said, voice fractured into three tones. "But you gather weakness. Emotion. Harmony. I was flame before memory. I am what remains when all else fails."

Rei didn't argue. He raised a single hand, nine flames gathering.

"I'm here to bear you, not defeat you."

Vildras laughed, and the mountains cracked. "Then burn, child."

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The Last Trial Begins

Vildras did not fight as the others had. She erased. Every strike from her cleaved not just matter, but possibility. Rei's sword shattered on contact. The sky collapsed around him.

But from within the storm, Rei stood.

Thrael gave structure. Kuralis gave rhythm. Helvaris gave will. Nyssara gave void. Veyra gave divinity.

And Liora sang.

Together, the nine rose like a choir.

Rei ignited—his flame no longer just destruction, but definition. He stepped through Vildras's voidfire, his body a paradox of resilience.

Vildras roared. "You were nothing!"

"I was," Rei whispered. "But I became everything you feared—a flame that listens."

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Spirit Integration — Final Sequence

Vildras knelt, not in defeat, but in recognition.

"Then take me. If you can carry me without ending yourself."

Rei reached out.

[Integration Request: Vildras, Flame of Irreversible Ruin. Classification: Cataclysm-Class Flame. Risk: Absolute.]

His hands trembled.

[Proceed?]

"Yes."

The shrine exploded in light.

Every memory. Every regret. Every fragment of ruin passed through him.

But he did not break.

He became.

> [Integration Complete. Slot 10 Secured. Flame Type: Omega Origin. System Overload: Stabilizing... 100%]

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Ascension

The sky mended.

Vildras stood at Rei's side now—not as a weapon, but as a sister in fire.

"Now what?" Noira asked.

Rei turned to face the horizon. "Now we don't run. We build."

But deep beneath the world, something moved.

Vereth had vanished.

And beyond the veil, something older than the system stirred.

The real enemy had noticed.