Chapter 70: Harbinger of Oblivion
The air changed.
It wasn’t just the wind that shifted — it was reality itself. Mana, once flowing like an unseen river around us, stalled mid-current. My heartbeat slowed. The world… hesitated.
And then the sky screamed.
A rift tore open above the ruins of Astaris — not a wound in clouds or heavens, but in the very fabric of existence. Light bent and died around its edges, and from within poured a darkness so ancient, so vast, that even the Nightwalkers faltered in their march. For the first time, they hesitated.
Noxarion had arrived.
It was not a body that emerged from the tear, but a presence. A vast, towering silhouette that blotted out the moonlight — a thing with no fixed shape, yet every shape at once. A crown of swirling voidfire crowned a hea
