Chapter 66: Judgment of Heaven
Atlas froze, his eyes widening in horror. Darren, Nowell, and Creed all crumpled to the ground, their bodies broken and bloodied.
“No!” Atlas screamed, his voice cracking. His gaze shifted to Future Creed, whose smug grin only fanned the flames of his rage.
“Give me the damn manuscript,” Future Creed snarled, taking a step closer.
Atlas’s face hardened, his grief twisting into unrelenting fury. “The hell with the manuscript!” he yelled. “If my future self refused to give it, so will I!”
Future Creed clicked his tongue in annoyance. “So be it.” He extended his hands, pulling every ounce of dark magic from the area into a swirling mass above him. “You’ll die here, all of you. See you in hell.”
Atlas clenched his fists, the mark on his hand glowing brighter with each beat of his racing heart. “No,” he growled. A golden barrier erupted around him, shielding both himself and his fallen friends. The light grew stronger, pulsating with celestial energy.
“Huh… my wounds,” Darren murmured weakly, realizing that his injuries were healing. He staggered to his feet, his expression frantic as he realize the overwhelming magic consuming Atlas. “Atlas, stop! You’ll kill yourself!”
But Atlas didn’t hear him. The golden energy condensed, spiraling around his finger as he pointed it directly at Future Creed.
“Prepare for the judgment of heaven,” Atlas said coldly, his voice echoing with a power that wasn’t entirely his own.
The spell launched, a blinding beam of light cutting through the air and striking Future Creed with devastating force. His laughter turned into a choked gasp as blood spilled from his lips.
Yet even in his agony, Future Creed managed a grin. “Do you… remember our agreement?” he rasped, his words laced with venom.
Atlas’s eyes widened as the memory surfaced—a pact made in desperation, one he hadn’t thought would ever matter. His hands trembled as he turned toward his future self, who was now slumped on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The same wounds appeared on Atlas’s body, mirroring the damage Future Atlas had sustained.
“No…” Atlas whispered, collapsing to his knees as pain shot through him. Darren rushed to his side, desperately attempting to heal him.
Future Creed, though weakened, seized the moment. With a flick of his wrist, he conjured a dagger of dark energy and hurled it toward Atlas’s back.
“Now you’re mine,” he snarled. Time seemed to slow as the dagger hurtled through the air, its edge glinting with malicious intent. Atlas could only gasp as it drew closer, the weight of destiny pressing down on him like a crushing wave.
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Viễn tưởngIn a world where whispers of the legendary "Heartmiller" family echo through the ages-rumored to possess unimaginable power accessible through their blood and heart-a young wizard named Atlas Heartmiller survives a brutal attack that claimed his par...
