Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Kaelos's POV The battle had been raging for what felt like hours, though time itself had become meaningless in the shrine's twisted reality. My sword blazed with Seraphina's blessing, each strike carving momentary stability into the chaos around us, but for every tendril of wrongness I severed, three more took its place. Callista's arrows flew through multiple timelines simultaneously, striking targets that existed in past, present, and potential futures. Ruvan's magic held our immediate space in something resembling normal reality, but I could see the strain etched deep in his weathered face. Esra commanded what remained of the natural world, calling roots and stone to our aid, but even the earth seemed uncertain of its own nature here. The presence—the thing that wore faces like masks and spoke with the voice of epochs—pressed against us with the patience of geological time. It didn't need to defeat us quickly. It only needed to outlast our mortal endurance while reality