Chapter 19
The Release
The Wheel shatters. Damned souls are freed from their eternal torment, their spectral forms dissipating into the void. Lycar feels the curse lift.
The final blow had landed, not with the clang of steel on steel, but with a sickening, resonant *crack* that vibrated through my very bones. The Wheel of Torment, that infernal engine of agony, convulsed. Not a spin, not a turn, but a rupture. Jagged fissures, glowing with an unholy light, spiderwebbed across its obsidian surface. The air, thick with the stench of despair and brimstone, began to shimmer, to distort, as if reality itself was struggling to contain the unleashed chaos.
I stood, chest heaving, my body a symphony of aches and pains that suddenly felt distant, muted. The Weaver of Torment, that