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Chapter 415: The Temple of Binding Chains · Oct 09, 2026

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401 Chapter 401: Kingsley Sky [Daplug]-2 2026-10-09
402 Chapter 402: My brother 2026-10-09
403 Chapter 403: First Mission 2026-10-09
404 Chapter 404: Bullet 2026-10-09
405 Chapter 405 405: Stealth 2026-10-09
406 Chapter 406 406: Fractured World 2026-10-09
407 Chapter 407 407: HOLOCAUST 2026-10-09
408 Chapter 408: The Storm 2026-10-09
409 Chapter 409: Spiritual Construct 2026-10-09
410 Chapter 410: Shadow [Ko-Fi Bonus chapter] 2026-10-09
411 Chapter 411: Gunslinger [Ko-Fi Bonus Chapter] 2026-10-09
412 Chapter 412: Conceptual Destruction 2026-10-09
413 Chapter 413: Children Of Blue Planet 2026-10-09
414 Chapter 414: Poisonous Murky Plain 2026-10-09
415 Chapter 415: The Temple of Binding Chains 2026-10-09
416 Chapter 416: The Shifting Labyrinth 2026-10-09
417 Chapter 417: The Forgotten Court 2026-10-09
418 Chapter 418 418: The Threshold Of Oblivion 2026-10-09
419 Chapter 419 419: Miracle 2026-10-09
420 Chapter 420: The Flood Above All Floors 2026-10-09
421 Chapter 421: Severed Crown Of Echoes 2026-10-09
422 Chapter 422: Riddle-1 2026-10-09
423 Chapter 423: Riddle-2 2026-10-09
424 Chapter 424: Riddle-3 2026-10-09
425 Chapter 425: Riddle-Final 2026-10-09
426 Chapter 426: Consequences 2026-10-09
427 Chapter 427: Heartbeat 2026-10-09
428 Chapter 428 428: Shock 2026-10-09
429 Chapter 429 429: Revelation 2026-10-09
430 Chapter 430: Interesting-1 2026-10-09
431 Chapter 431: Interesting-2 2026-10-09
432 Chapter 432: Scheming Mind 2026-10-09
433 Chapter 433: Raze 2026-10-09
434 Chapter 434: Laid Back 2026-10-09
435 Chapter 435: Talk Too Much 2026-10-09
436 Chapter 436: Path 2026-10-09
437 Chapter 437: Lifesaver 2026-10-09
438 Chapter 438: Mission Report-1 2026-10-09
439 Chapter 439: Mission Report-2 2026-10-09
440 Chapter 440: The normal world 2026-10-09
441 Chapter 441: Veylanthar Clan 2026-10-09
442 Chapter 442: Curiousity 2026-10-09
443 Chapter 443: Cursed By Knowledge 2026-10-09
444 Chapter 444: Blank Check 2026-10-09
445 Chapter 445: War 2026-10-09
446 Chapter 446: Grand Marshals 2026-10-09
447 Chapter 447: Traitor? 2026-10-09
448 Chapter 448: Interrogation-1 2026-10-09
449 Chapter 449: Interrogation-2 2026-10-09
450 Chapter 450: One day 2026-10-09

Chapter 415: The Temple of Binding Chains

Anthony descended gracefully, landing soundlessly before the open doors.

Without uttering a word, he began his steady descent down the spiraling staircase, his movements deliberate and composed.

His teammates, equally silent, followed close behind, their senses sharpened to the utmost.

The mere existence of a passageway did not guarantee safe passage, and each of them knew better than to lower their guard.

Step by cautious step, Anthony advanced, his blue eyes gleaming with vigilance.

He meticulously scanned the surroundings,searching for hidden compartments, concealed traps, or anything that might betray an unseen threat.

Yet despite his scrutiny, neither his sight nor his heightened senses detected the slightest disturbance.

The staircase appeared deceptively ordinary, an endless spiral of smooth stone, immaculate and untouched by even a speck of dust, as if some unseen hand tended to it daily.

Anthony remained silent, his steps measured and steady.

Though darkness pressed in from all sides, it posed no obstacle to him; his eyes pierced through the gloom with ease.

Yet not a single one among them dared to summon even the faintest flicker of light to guide their way.

The memory of the first floor lingered sharply in their minds.

Anthonyʼs use of light magic had inadvertently drawn the attention of the monstrous horde.

Better, they all agreed without speaking, to move quietly, patiently, until they reached the second floor.

They moved as one, following the steady rhythm of Anthonyʼs presence and the measured cadence of his footsteps.

Time seemed to lose meaning, each step stretching into an eternity of silent endurance.

And then, without warning, the staircase ended.

Before them sprawled a vast, ancient hall, half-swallowed by the slow, relentless weight of time.

Towering stone columns, their surfaces etched with faded, forgotten sigils, reached upward toward a ceiling swallowed by darkness.

Everywhere they looked, coiled around the pillars, sprawled across the fractured floor, and suspended like webs in the murky air, were chains, countless chains.

Forged of iron blackened by the centuries, they hung heavy and still… yet with a disquieting, almost imperceptible motion, as if breathing in the stagnant gloom.

”This place reeks of death”

Seraphim muttered, her voice low as her eyes narrowed against the oppressive darkness.

”Stay close, and be ready for anything”

Anthony ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

They advanced cautiously into the Temple of Binding Chains, the silence around them as heavy and suffocating as a shroud.

Every footfall against the cracked earth, every shallow breath they dared to take, rang out like thunder in the vast, forsaken emptiness.

At the heart of the temple loomed an ancient altar, cracked and weathered by the merciless passage of ages.

Atop it rested a set of broken manacles, their jagged edges rusted and worn, a grim testament to a being long-forgotten, once bound here to an eternal fate.

Anthony stepped forward, his gaze sharpened with caution.

But the moment his foot crossed an unseen threshold, the air shifted violently, the temperature plummeted to a biting chill.

A low, grinding rumble rolled out from the shrouded corners of the hall.

The chains stirred.

And then, with a deafening chorus of metallic groans, they sprang to life, like a thousand iron serpents slithering hungrily across the stone, converging on the intruders.

The first strike was ruthless.

A whip-like chain lashed out from the shadows, wrapping around Reynoldʼs arm with terrifying speed and precision.

His expression twisted in surprise as he tried to yank his arm back, but the chain tightened with an unnatural force, pulling him inexorably toward the waiting darkness.

Without hesitation, Anthonyʼs katana materialized in his hand, gleaming like a shard of light in the suffocating gloom.

In a single, fluid motion, he swung it, the blade cutting through the living metal with a resounding hiss, sparks flying in a brilliant arc as the chain fell in two, twitching violently on the floor.

”Theyʼre sentient”

Dale muttered, his voice tinged with a cold realization.

With a swift motion, his spear surged forward, cleaving through the chains that dared approach him.

Each strike was met with ease, the metal snapping under his precision.

But the more he severed, the more the chains seemed to multiply, sprouting from the shadows like a monstrous, living thing.

Seraphim shot into the air, the chains snapping at her heels in relentless pursuit.

Her fingers moved with graceful urgency, weaving intricate constructs of energy that sliced through the metal with sharp precision.

Yet for every chain she cut, two more emerged in its place.

The futile cycle wore on.

With a resigned flick of her wrist, she summoned a shimmering barrier around herself, a shield that encased her as she ascended further into the air.

The chains, unfazed, continued their assault.

They slammed into the barrier with bone-shaking force, rattling it as though they had no intention of stopping.

”Donʼt let the chains touch you. They can absorb vitality”

Reynoldʼs voice rang out, strained with urgency as lightning crackled around him.

His form flickered like a bolt of pure energy, darting through the temple with precision, narrowly weaving past the oncoming chains.

The briefest contact had already siphoned his vitality, a sensation like his very life force being drained with every touch.

His muscles tightened as the chains sought to claim more.

Kingsley, however, remained eerily silent, his feet a blur as he danced across the earth, his movements fluid and precise like a tap dancer.

Each chain that came his way was deftly avoided, his body seemingly in tune with the rhythm of the assault.

But despite their best efforts, the time came when retreat was no longer an option.

The chains closed in, and there was no choice but to fight.

With a decisive strike, they began to destroy those closest, but in doing so, they only fed the frenzy.

Each severed chain multiplied in its wake, as if the very act of destruction had given them life anew.

”We canʼt fight everything. Thereʼs too many!”

Dale shouted, his voice strained as he parried a relentless barrage of chains, each strike ringing out with a metallic hiss.

Meanwhile, Anthony remained eerily still, his body unmoving as the chains passed harmlessly through him, distorted by his control over space.

Where the others scrambled and fought, Anthony knew he had other methods.

There was no need to waste energy running about like the rest of his team.

His mind raced, calculating, searching for the missing piece.

There had to be a purpose here, a goal, something hidden beneath the chaos.

Just like on the first floor, there was always a key, a weakness, a flaw in the design.

His eyes snapped back to the altar, to the broken manacles resting upon it.

The chains… they were not just guardians, they were prisoners, bound to this place by some ancient force.

A realization surged through him like a wave.

If they could shatter the manacles entirely, destroy the source that anchored the chains, perhaps they could break the enchantment, sever the grip that held this cursed place in thrall.

”Dale, Seraphim”

Anthonyʼs voice cut through the chaos, firm and commanding.

”Cover me! Reynold, Kingsley, fall back and defend the rear”

Without waiting for a response, Anthony surged forward, his body a blur as he sprinted toward the altar, deftly weaving through the forest of writhing chains that lashed out in every direction.

Sparks erupted around him as his katana flashed, deflecting chains with calculated precision.

Each movement was a seamless blend of skill and precision, his blade cutting through the oppressive darkness.

Above him, a massive chain, thicker than a tree trunk, hurtled down like an executionerʼs guillotine, its weight and speed a deadly promise.

Anthonyʼs instincts flared.

He slid beneath the descending chain, his body a fluid shadow against the floor.

In an instant, he rolled across the cracked stone, springing back to his feet in one graceful, practiced motion.

He reached the altar.

Before him, ancient runes glowed faintly along the surface of the manacles, their ethereal light pulsing with an ominous rhythm.

Wards of binding. Wards of imprisonment.

Without hesitation, Anthony placed his hand upon the manacles.

The instant his skin made contact, a searing, burning sensation flared into existence.

It was as though the very air around him turned to flame.

Yet, before it could take hold, the pain dissipated like smoke in the wind.

Anthony, immune to any flame that sought to harm him, stood unaffected.

In a single, fluid motion, blue flames erupted from his palm, crackling with raw power.

The flames danced and spread, consuming not only the manacles but the entire altar.

As the altar blazed with the intensity of the Eternal flames, the chains reacted violently, as though writhing in agony.

They lashed out, flailing like creatures in their death throes, their movements erratic and frantic.

But it was all in vain.

The flames, relentless and undying, consumed the manacles and altar in the blink of an eye.

The heat was so intense that the very air around them seemed to crackle and tremble.

With a final, resonant roar, every chain fell to the ground, clanging and thudding against the stone floor with a thunderous impact, their life force extinguished.

”Is everyone okay?”

Anthonyʼs voice echoed from the side, steady and calm despite the chaos.

”Weʼre fine”

Seraphim responded, her voice calm.

”But seriously, what is this place?”

Reynold interjected, his frustration palpable.

”Whatʼs the voiceʼs goal? Whatʼs the purpose of all these floors, this trial?”

”If weʼd been caught by those chains”

Kingsley remarked with a disinterested tone, his eyes half-lidded as he floated effortlessly,

”We wouldʼve been trapped here for who knows how long, with those chains draining our vitality and sealing away our mana”

His words were casual, almost detached, as though he were commenting on an inconvenience rather than a life-threatening danger.

To most, this would have been a terrifying trial, but to anomalies like him, it was little more than a mundane obstacle.

As if to reinforce his point, another staircase, this one spiraling downward, materialized before them, its steps stretching into the unknown depths below.

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