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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Thirteen words. "The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience." That's all it takes to shatter the world of "Aetheric Chronicles"—the year's most acclaimed fantasy webnovel. For thousands of readers, it's heartbreak. For the mysterious masked figure in the final chapter, it's an unfinished destiny. But for Alex, the story's most passionate fan, it's nothing short of betrayal. Then comes the message: "If you truly wish to know the rest of the story..." One mysterious message. And one simple reply. That's all it takes for Alex's world to turn upside down. Now, he's about to discover that some stories refuse to end, even when their authors abandon them. And sometimes, the most passionate readers must become part of the tale they love. In a world where prophecies fail, characters rebel, and plotlines unravel, being the "strongest reader" might not be enough. After all, what happens when an unfinished story decides to write itself? "Some stories choose their readers. Others consume them." _____ ____ _ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination. _____ ____ _ Discord Link -> https://discord.gg/ezVBxwCEPN

Peace_in_Chaos · Fantaisie
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558 Chs

Breaking Point

The black eye hanging in the dissolving form of Evangeline's body pulsed once, then began to change. Darkness gathered around it like smoke being pulled into a vortex, condensing into massive, bat-like wings that unfurled with an ancient malevolence.

Each membrane stretched wider than a house, blocking what little light remained in the ruined domain. The darkness wasn't just absence of light—it was something alive, something hungry, something that had waited eons for this moment.

Kalin's presence rose above the carnage, those terrible wings beating slowly as it savored its handiwork. Each movement sent ripples through the air, distorting the very fabric of reality.

The eye swept across the field of broken bodies, drinking in the destruction with palpable satisfaction. Its gaze lingered on each fallen form, each shattered barrier, each final expression of defiance or terror. Then, like ink dispersing in water, everything faded to black.

"..."