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CHAPTER 136

Thorne staggered up the grand staircase, every step a battle against the crushing fatigue that pulled at his limbs like lead weights. His entire body ached with a deep, bone-deep weariness, his muscles trembling as if they had been shredd...

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CHAPTER 135

Thorne’s heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. He could feel the aether thrumming beneath his skin, wild and untamed, a dark, dangerous force that threatened to consume him. But he didn’t care. There ...

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CHAPTER 134

Can anything go right tonight?  

He shoved Thornfield behind him, his own body tense and coiled, every muscle ready to spring into action. 

The assassins in front of them didn’t waste any time. They l...

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CHAPTER 133

Thorne’s grip on his dagger tightened, his gaze fixed on the two remaining assassins as he calculated his next move. The fake maid was the bigger threat; her level and the way she carried herself indicated that she was more skilled and ...

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CHAPTER 132

 

The blade glinted in the dim candlelight, death speeding toward Lord Thornfield. Thorne’s instincts screamed at him, and he barely had time to react. His hand shot up, the Invisible Threads of his skill grasping at the knif...

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CHAPTER 131

 

 

Thorne stared at the letter in Uncle’s outstretched hand, his confusion barely concealed behind a carefully neutral expression. “You want me to deliver this?” His voice was measured, but the unspoken question hung betwee...

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CHAPTER 130

 

 

Thorne and Dalen sparred in the courtyard, their swords clashing in a rhythm that spoke of long hours of practice. Dalen was putting up a decent fight, but Thorne was only half-invested, his mind still turning over the events ...

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CHAPTER 129

 

 

Thorne leaned back against the wall, his eyes scanning the room as pandemonium erupted. Gasps and cries of outrage filled the air, the scandalous declaration sending shockwaves through the gathered nobles. Conversations erupte...

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CHAPTER 128

 

 

Kellan Thornfield was a bastard. 

Thorne’s gaze shifted to Lord Thornfield, who was still gripping his wife’s hair, his face twisted with rage. The man was a fool, a drunken fool who couldn’t see past his own ...

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CHAPTER 127

 

 

The air in the grand hall was thick with tension as the nobles of Alvar chose their sides. Thorne could almost see the line forming between the two factions: on one side, the Thornfields, and on the other, the Ravencourts. He ...

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CHAPTER 126

 

 

Thorne was surprised by the effort put into the party. Banners bearing the sigil of House Lockridge—a helmet adorned with a long spike on top—fluttered gently above the guests, casting long shadows on the marble floor. Gar...

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CHAPTER 125

 

 

Thorne stood in the center of his room, arms stretched out as a small army of servants buzzed around him like a hive of bees. One smoothed the sleeves of his midnight-blue coat, while another carefully strapped a sheathed dagg...

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CHAPTER 124

 

 

Thorne stood in his room, the dim light from the lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The mansion was quiet around him, the kind of quiet that felt heavy with anticipation.  

On his bed lay the coat Uncl...

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CHAPTER 123

 

 

The courtyard echoed with the sound of clashing blades. Thorne moved with effortless grace, his muscles shifting fluidly under his sweat-soaked shirt as he danced around the two guards. His twin daggers flashed in the early mo...

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CHAPTER 122

 

 

Thorne lay sprawled on his bed in Uncle’s estate, staring at the ceiling. His fingers absentmindedly fiddled with his mother’s pendant, feeling the familiar warmth of the aether as it pulsed faintly beneath the surface. He...

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BONUS CHAPTER: An Advanced Guide to Unlocking Awesome Skills [part 2]

 

 

Eliza followed the handler through the winding corridors of the guild’s underground stronghold, her boots making almost no sound against the stone. She had expected to be summoned tonight, she just hadn’t expected it to be...

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CHAPTER 121

 

Thorne lay sprawled on the ground, trapped beneath a crushing weight. The midday sun burned down from above, a searing light that blurred the edges of his vision. His chest felt tight, as though the air itself pressed down on him. His body...

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CHAPTER 120

 

 

 

Thorne’s eyes fluttered open, a wave of pain crashing over him like a tidal wave. His body felt like it had been shattered from the inside out—everything hurt. His vision blurred as he tried to focus, his mind a fogg...

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CHAPTER 119

 

 

 

The golem stumbled, its massive foot catching on the uneven cobblestones, and half-fell into a nearby shop, destroying it in a cascade of splintered wood and shattered stone. The crash sent debris flying in every directi...

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CHAPTER 118

 

 

Thorne stood alone in the dark alley, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Part of him felt relieved that Rielle had left—gone from his sight, and out of his thoughts. But an...

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CHAPTER 117

 

 

Thorne wandered aimlessly alongside Jonah, the cobbled streets of Alvar’s noble quarter echoing under their footsteps. The morning light filtered through the tall, stately buildings, casting long shadows across the half-empt...

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UPDATE

Hi everyone!

I wanted to give you a quick update.

I’ve finally finished Book 2 of Aetherborn—and with it, the Alvar arc! 🎉

The ending turned out to be quite the challenge, as I had to weave together every loose story thread into something both compelling and satisfying. What I h...

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CHAPTER 116

 

Thorne and Jonah walked side by side down the cobbled streets of Alvar’s noble quarter, their footsteps echoing in the cool morning air. The sun was just beginning to rise higher, casting long shadows from the tall, imposin...

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CHAPTER 115

 

 

Thorne stood still, arms outstretched, as the servant worked on the last fastenings of his jacket. The servant—a young, nervous man—moved with deliberate care, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he fumbled with the intr...

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CHAPTER 114

 

 

Thorne had entered the mansion expecting someone, anyone, to greet him. The servants, ever-present and diligent, usually appeared the moment he stepped through the door. But tonight, the grand hall was empty, silent. It was pe...

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CHAPTER 113

 

 

Thorne lay sprawled out on the attic floor, too tired and in too much pain to keep standing. His body ached from the brutal events in the forest, and though his Lunar Regeneration had helped, the moment he steppe...

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CHAPTER 112

 

 

Thorne moved slowly through the forest, each step weighted with the aftermath of the cataclysm he had unleashed. The destruction around him was staggering. Trees had been split, their trunks shattered and scattered across the ...

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CHAPTER 111

 

 

Thorne blinked at the notifications, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. He lay there, surrounded by the wreckage of the forest, his body aching from the battle and the explosion, but the words before him were p...

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CHAPTER 110

 

 

 

Thorne gasped awake. 

The forest floor was cold beneath him, but it felt distant—like his body wasn’t truly there. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each one an effort. His fingers twitche...

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CHAPTER 109

 

Thorne stood frozen, his breath shallow, eyes locked onto the intricate shapes of aether floating above the dead panther’s body. The formations were unlike anything he had ever seen—interconnected symbols, shifting patterns that pulsed...

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