All Chapters of Eternal Malediction: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 22.1: Welcome to the Colosseum

The train station at the city’s edge dumped them into a chaotic sprawl of noise, colour and dust. Even though it was early in the morning, around 7 am, the city was already alive. Banners fluttered like war flags above the plaza from all across the world, each boasting a different guild, nation or sponsor. Tournament officials in navy coats moved the crowd, guiding participants toward various side gates, scanning IDs, and barking out block assignments over the clamour.The scent of cheap coffee, fried batter, and too many bodies hung heavy in the warm air. Kieran tilted his head back, taking it all in. “Damn. This is just the prelim site?” Looks like a colosseum… If it was surrounded by baby Colosseums," Roy said, nodding toward the clus

Chapter 22.2: Dance Brochacho

“Are you ready to dance, brochacho?” Ringo called, with a Wild West stance.Tanaka lowered his stance, breathing in deep. “Si, partner.”The bell rang and their battle began.Ringo moved first. His feet barely touched the dirt before he was in front of Tanaka, arm snapping out, Ringo slightly hitting his jaw. The air buckled where his punch passed, a warped shimmer like heat rising off stone.Tanaka sidestepped. Or tried to.The shimmer followed him.The impact came a split second later, invisible and delayed, like the bunch had been stored and then released within him.

Chapter 22.3: A Little Deal

Roy was adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in the toilet. the toilet was beautiful with clean ceramic white flooring and golden trims running across the edges of the floor and plus, there is even backlighting from the mirror which made everything shine brighter, when someone’s shadow fell over himHe glanced back; another competitor, roughly his height, had a sharp suit-like uniform. It was red and black, and now that Roy was thinking about it, that was such an odd mixture of colour under his arena gear, and his hair was slicked back like he thought he was here for a magazine cover shoot.“Name’s Lucian Draeve,” the boy said, extending a hand. His voice was smooth, like it had been practised in a mirror. “You’re my next match.”Roy shook the hand lazily. “Ok? Congratulat

Chapter 22.4: A Loss is A Win

The curtains parted.Sunlight spilt into the corridor, and the noise hit like a wave. The previous fight was apparently amazing, and the crowd had the same hype carrying on. Chants, cheers and stomping feet shook the stone beneath him. The air was thick with dust and anticipation, the smell of sweat and steel riding on it.Lucian Draeve stepped out first, shoulders squared, waving to the crowd like he was already the victor. His dark jacket fluttered in the breeze, and the gold trim along its edges caught the light just enough to draw attention. The man knew how to make an entrance.Roy followed a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, expression flat. He scanned the arena with the slow disinterest of someone checking the weather.Above them, the announcer’s voice boomed. “Ladies and gentlemen, make some noise for the next match in the Tournament of Richt! On one side, heir to the prestigious Draeve Foundation, undefeated in his last twelve official duels: Lucian Draeve!”The crowd

Chapter 22.5: What The Hell Was That?

The curtains flung over Roy as he stepped inside, still brushing a faint smear of dust from his sleeve. His pace was unhurried, his eyes scanning the room with the same detached calm that seemed to follow him everywhere.The room smelt faintly of sweat and antiseptic, the echo of distant crowd noise still humming in the walls.Tanaka sat on the bench with his arms crossed, leaning back like he was trying to distance himself from everything in the room. His eyes flicked toward Roy, sharp and narrowed, and then back to the wall, like looking too long would make him angrier.Brock was hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped loosely together. His head tilted up just enough to meet Roy’s gaze. “You&rs

Chapter 22.6: A Helping Hand

The four of them had spent the last couple of hours just loitering around at Kieran’s, drifting between pointless conversations and distracted silences. Brock was leaning against the rail, scrolling endlessly through his phone like he was searching for the meaning of life hidden between memes. Tanaka sat with his hood up, pretending he wasn’t people-watching every soul that passed by. Kieran stood off to the side, mind clearly elsewhere, probably running mental simulations of tomorrow’s match.Roy… Well, Roy was just existing, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded and staring at the ceiling above, drifting through the moments without any particular urgency.Eventually, the orange glow of the sunset started to fade into that deep blue that marked the beginning of night. Street lamps began to hum to life, and the air picked up a bite of

Chapter 22.7: Please Make Me Try

The first blow landed like a test, Kieran’s straight right driving into Roy’s guard, the shock travelling up both their arms. Roy didn’t flinch, just absorbed the impact and shifted his weight, sliding back a half-step.Kieran didn’t pause. His left hook came low toward the ribs, but Roy’s elbow was already there, absorbing it. No counter, no overcommitment. Just control.He’s not biting, Kieran thought, faintly irritated.Kieran switched angles, stepping to the side and firing a roundhouse kick toward Roy’s head. Roy ducked just under it, the air from the kick brushing his hair. The moment Kieran’s leg touched down, Roy closed the gap with a short, snapping jab toward the solar plexus.Kieran twisted away, letting it skim

Chapter 22.8: If Only Dreams Were Real

Dreams only go so far.That night, Roy drifted without much thought, just a blur of tired muscles and the faint ache in his knuckles. He could have just healed himself, but that would have just ruined the sense of accomplishment of working out in a while.When he opened his eyes. He was home. Or at least what looked like home.Everything was… right. People sat around a long table, plates steaming with food, voices humming like distant radio chatter. Everyone seemed to be happy. The air was warm and soft, like being tucked into bed by your parent.But their faces… They had nothing. Smooth, pale blurs where eyes and mouth should be. Roy somehow knew each of them. Their names sat on the tip of his tongue, yet if he tried to speak, they’d dissolve into static in his mind. It was one of those hazy dreams where you know you’re there and you know these people matter to you but understanding why… It feels like it was like water slipping through his fingers.Roy stood up slowly, his chair sc

Chapter 22.9: I Don’t Know What I Am Feeling

Roy’s feet stayed rooted to the spot.The street was empty, with no trace of the woman who’d walked beside him. The only proof she’d been real was the strange lingering weighting in the air, like a melody he couldn’t hear anymore but still felt a deep connection to in his heartHe let out a slow breath. It came out visible in the cold, curling upward into the flickering amber light. For a moment, the breath didn’t just drift away; it hung there, thick and slow, neither falling nor rising, almost as if time wanted to keep it in place.The haze from earlier hadn’t returned, but the quiet was so complete it felt like it might press in on him.Might even crush him.At the edge of his hearing, if he could even call it that, there was a faint sound. Not a voice. Not of words. More like the memory of someone whispering his name, too far away to understand and too close to ignore.When he turned, there was nothing. Nothing but this eternal night.Roy shoved his hands into his pockets and wal

Chapter 23: The Beginning of a New Dawn

Kieran was already bored by the second period. His leg bouncing up and down. Classes dragged on. The clock felt like it moved in reverse. Every teacher sounded like they were mumbling through a fog, and all he could think about was the fact that, somewhere out there, a fight was waiting for him. One that he will remember forever, and it may be today.Tanaka had gotten a fun match; Roy had… well, he had a match. But Kiearn? Kieran was worried his opponent would end up being some random nobody who thought having a soul art automatically made them strong.By lunch, he was pressing his cheek against his hand while staring out the window, watching the clouds move faster than the hour hand on the classroom clock.When the final bell finally rang, it felt more like mercy than anything else.They regrouped at the station, all four of them, slumping down onto the benches as they waited for the train. “Are you nervous?” Tnaka asked with his mouth half full with a croissant he bought from the

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