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Chapter 626 - Fall
The sect master looked down at the empty wound in his chest.His face broke with disbelief.
The thing he had worshipped, protected, and fed with blood had left him without asking permission.
The faction members froze.
Then the frenzy came.
Some screamed.
Some attacked Lucien.
Some tried to throw themselves into the ritual pit.
Some begged the vanished fragment to return.
Some turned their blades on their own allies to create more fuel.
Lucien’s expression did not change.
He did not give a speech.
He did not debate fanatics while the leyline below them screamed.
He moved.
Light flashed once through the hall.
Then the massacre began.
It was not cruel.
That made it worse.
Cruelty had hesitation.
Lucien had judgment.
Those who tried to flee with no weapon and no active ritual mark were bound by light and thrown aside.
Those who attacked died.
Those who fed the ritual died first.
Those who tried to destroy souls were erased so thoroughly their tools broke before their bodies fell.
The Reincarnation Disc turned.
Souls entered.
Lucien felt them.
Madness. Devotion. Fear. Hatred. Relief from those who had wanted to stop but never dared.
Not all were the same.
That mattered.
The truly fanatical souls were not guided onward.
Not now.
They were held separately inside the Disc’s mist, contained by a ring Lucien shaped with Death and Living Creation together.
Their crimes would not be erased by dying loudly.
The others, the ones trapped by fear, family, oaths, or generations of lies, were held with the rest.
Lucien would judge later.
He had a war to end first.
The ritual pit went dark.
The second hidden faction’s inner array stopped beating.
•••
At the first hidden faction, Seran finished almost at the same time.
His method was less quiet.
A mountain cracked open from the inside.
Reflections spilled out like broken daylight.
One Keeper flew through the outer wall and landed in the middle of the battlefield outside, sealed inside a mirror that showed him losing from twelve angles.
Seran stepped out behind him, dragging the sect master by the collar.
The Origin Core fragment floated above his other hand, trapped inside a reflection cage.
The faction’s defenders saw it.
The Keepers outside saw it.
The battlefield understood before anyone announced it.
The first hidden faction had lost its heart.
The two hidden faction points dimmed on the map.
Across the West, the intercontinental array lurched.
For the first time, the western rhythm failed to complete a full cycle.
Marie felt it in the earth.
Kaia felt it in the heat.
Sylra heard the missing phrase.
Marina saw hidden water stop carrying stolen pressure.
Skittles bounced so hard it left a small crater.
"Bad song broke!"
The Keepers outside reacted like their lives had been cut in half.
Perhaps, in a way, they had.
Their reason for existing had been struck.
The black-robed forces around the five points abandoned measured defense.
They burned essence.
They pushed through allied lines.
They tried to reach the fallen faction cores.
The world pushed back.
Explosions rolled across the West.
The sky above the second hidden faction split with law-light.
Lucien walked out of the underground city and appeared above the battlefield.
For the first time, many of the allied forces saw him with their own eyes.
Lucien stood in the air with the Reincarnation Disc turning faintly behind him and light gathering around his hands.
Blood, smoke, broken formations, and screaming leyline pressure spread beneath him.
A thousand faces turned upward.
Some were exhausted.
Some were wounded.
Some were afraid.
Many were still fighting because they had no right to stop.
Lucien raised one hand.
Light magic unfolded.
Circles of gold and white spread across allied lines, identifying wounds, poison, broken bones, ruptured organs, torn meridians, cracked law channels, and exhausted spirits.
Then the light entered.
Flesh closed.
Poison burned away.
Broken formations around retreat lines stabilized.
People who had been standing by willpower suddenly remembered what breathing without pain felt like.
The allied front quieted for one impossible breath.
Then someone laughed.
Someone else began crying.
A Beastman commander looked at his mended arm and shouted, "I would like to report that Lootwell’s medical service is unreasonable!"
No one had time to answer him.
Lucien lowered his hand.
Layers of light remained.
Enhancement. Stability. Law insulation.
Living Creation threaded through each buff like a heartbeat.
Lucien’s voice crossed the battlefield.
"Do not hold back."
The allied forces looked up.
The Keepers looked up too.
Lucien continued, calm enough to be terrifying.
"Use your laws."
A wave of hesitation passed through the allied lines.
Everyone had heard the warnings.
The Keepers could seize identical laws.
They could twist familiar authority.
They could make cultivators die by their own power.
Lucien’s eyes moved over them.
"I will take care of the rest."
That was all.
It should not have been enough.
It was.
The first to answer was a fire sect elder who had lost two disciples that day.
He raised both hands and released a pillar of pure flame straight toward a Flame Keeper.
The Keeper’s eyes sharpened.
His authority reached out.
The flame should have turned.
At the last instant, gold-white light entered it.
Living Creation threaded through the fire.
The flame changed.
Into living flame.
A flame with a pulse.
A flame that adapted to the hand trying to seize it.
The Keeper’s authority closed around it and found that the fire was no longer a familiar tool.
It was an attack that had learned to refuse.
The pillar struck him in the chest.
The battlefield stilled.
Then the West erupted.
Water laws rose.
Sword laws flashed.
Momentum laws roared.
Shadow laws stretched.
Thunder laws fell.
One by one, Keeper authorities reached to seize them.
One by one, Lucien’s Living Creation entered at the last breath.
The attacks changed.
They did not become random.
They became alive enough to resist ownership.
A sword slash twisted away from the Keeper trying to command Slash and became a blooming cut that opened only where it chose.
A water dragon rejected the Water Keeper’s grip and split into a hundred living streams that struck from impossible angles.
A thunder spear grew a heartbeat halfway through flight and accelerated when the enemy tried to still it.
A shadow chain hissed, shed its old shape, and became something between darkness and hunger.
The allied forces stared.
Then they stopped staring and attacked harder.
The Keepers, for the first time that day, lost the comfort of their oldest advantage.
Their law priority still existed.
It still mattered.
But Lucien had changed the battlefield rule.
Identical laws were no longer being offered as dead tools.
They were being given life at the final instant.
A living thing could be pressured.
It could be wounded.
It could be killed.
But it could also resist.
Lucien floated above the battlefield, one hand raised, eyes calm, Parallel Thoughts moving through hundreds of attacks at once.
He did not empower everything.
He chose.
The strikes that mattered.
The moments that would prevent deaths.
The attacks that would break Keeper formations.
The laws that would otherwise be seized.
Every choice carried the memory of souls entering the Disc.
Every choice became sharper because of it.
The allied lines surged.
The Keepers burned more essence.
Their robes cracked.
Their manufactured bodies strained against purpose.
They had never once in a million years imagined that a human would stand above their array and teach the world how to make its own laws disobedient.
Lucien looked down at them.
His voice did not rise.
"You mistook old authority for ownership."
The next wave of allied attacks fell.
This time, the Keepers failed to catch them.
The western battlefield broke open.
Not completely.
Not yet.
But enough.
The two hidden faction points had fallen.
Their fragments had been taken.
Their rituals had stopped.
The support web had thinned.
The allies had been healed and strengthened.
The Keepers’ law priority had been answered.
Across the West, the remaining three points trembled.
Lucien turned toward them.
The Reincarnation Disc turned behind him.
The merged Origin Core pulsed.
Below, the world fought.
Above, the Lord of Lootwell finally moved like an Eternal.
And the West began to fall out of the Keepers’ hands.
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