Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Magic wasn't supposed to work here.
Not for them.
Not for anyone thrown into the Veilwood Playground.
That was the rule.
That was the limitation.
And yet—
Victor was not just using power.
He was drowning in it.
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From far above, beyond the distorted layers of the Playground, the Sylrith watched.
Their glowing white eyes reflected the scene below through vast, floating screens of condensed magic.
Silence filled the chamber.
Not the calm kind.
The stunned kind.
One of them leaned forward slightly, voice low.
"…What is that?"
Another narrowed their eyes, wings along their necks twitching faintly.
"No magic should be possible within the Veilwood Playground."
"And yet he is using it."
"Not just using it," another added. "He is overwhelming the system entirely."
Below, the devastation continued.
Victor moved like a storm given flesh.
