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Chapter 155: The Paradox Circuit

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BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE

(Jace’s Perspective)

Falling through solid earth is a terrifying sensory deprivation. For ten seconds, there was only the deafening roar of the hydrostatic thrusters melting the basalt beneath my boots, and the violent, strobing flashes of purple and silver light inside my helmet.

The Obsidian Chassis was tearing itself apart. The left side of the suit desperately wanted to anchor to the earth's heavy core; the right side violently pulled toward the sky. I was ridin
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  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 155: The Paradox Circuit

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Falling through solid earth is a terrifying sensory deprivation. For ten seconds, there was only the deafening roar of the hydrostatic thrusters melting the basalt beneath my boots, and the violent, strobing flashes of purple and silver light inside my helmet.The Obsidian Chassis was tearing itself apart. The left side of the suit desperately wanted to anchor to the earth's heavy core; the right side violently pulled toward the sky. I was riding a localized physics glitch straight down into the dark.Two miles down.I breached the ceiling of the primary continental aquifer.I didn't land on solid ground. I plunged into a massive, subterranean river of freezing, pitch-black freshwater. The void metal instantly adapted, the localized gravity field pushing the water away to create a protective vacuum bubble around the suit.I hovered in the dead center of the underground current, suspended in a pocket of dry air.I looked down the sprawl

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 154: The Abyssal Bullet

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)If you want to cut through solid steel, you don't use a hammer. You use water. You compress it, you focus it into a microscopic point, and you fire it at a high enough velocity. Under absolute pressure, water doesn't just flow; it acts as an indestructible blade.I stared at the broken charcoal on my drafting table."It's not coming over the coastal wall," I said, my voice dropping to a rapid, calculating whisper. "The gravity shield repels mass on the surface. But the Hive-Mind knows that. It isn't going to fire this bullet through the air.""Then how does it reach us?" Elara asked, her eyes darting to the massive brass dials on the console. "Aethelgard is a hundred miles inland. If it doesn't cross the surface, it has to go under.""The aquifers," I breathed, the blood draining from my face.Beneath the human continent lay a massive network of subterranean rivers and pressurized freshwater aquifers. We relied on them to cool the blas

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 153: The Celestial Beacon

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)When you introduce a new apex predator to an ecosystem, the ecosystem does not immediately fight back. It goes completely, terrifyingly quiet.I woke up in the medical ward of the Grandmaster’s Spire to the sound of rolling thunder. But the sky outside the arched windows was perfectly clear, bathed in the bright afternoon sun."That isn't thunder," Elara said, noticing my eyes opening. She was sitting in a wooden chair beside my cot, reviewing a stack of logistical manifests. She looked exhausted, but the crippling, ambient dread of the lunar starvation was completely gone from her posture.I sat up slowly, my head swimming. I looked down at my right arm.The jagged, permanently cooked veins mapping my skin were no longer a dead, dormant black. They shimmered with a faint, pale silver luminescence. I had acted as the conduit between the earthly grid and the lunar frequency, and the celestial gravity had left a permanent echo in my biol

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 152: The Silver Vanguard

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Biology cannot create mass out of nothing. But when you funnel the raw, concentrated gravity of a celestial body directly into a predator’s nervous system, biology doesn't have to create anything. It just takes what you give it.The invisible wave of lunar gravity hit Torin’s shattered, dying body.The reaction was catastrophic and beautiful.Torin didn't just heal; he detonated. A blinding flash of silver light erupted from his chest, shattering the reinforced medical cot beneath him into splinters. The massive Vanguard general was thrown into the air, but he didn't fall back down immediately.The localized celestial gravity caught him.Suspended three feet above the roof, Torin began to shift.It didn't sound like the usual, gruesome cracking of bones and tearing of muscle. It sounded like grinding ice and chiming glass. His withered, human body violently expanded, but the mass he was pulling wasn't the heavy, dense, magma-fueled bul

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 151: The Lightning Rod

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Moving a forty-foot spear of upward-falling celestial silver through a densely populated city is an architectural nightmare.We couldn't put it on a cart; it would just pull the cart into the sky. We had to use Corren’s heaviest industrial steam-cranes, chaining the four Starved Iron containment crates to the massive steel treads of the machines to keep the payload grounded.It took us an hour to drag the hovering, blindingly bright Lunar Bridge from the central foundry to the base of the Grandmaster’s Spire.The citizens of Aethelgard lined the cobblestone streets in absolute, terrified silence. They were used to seeing white-hot magma iron and black steam engines. They had never seen a piece of the moon. The pale, freezing light of the silver cast eerie, inverted shadows across the buildings, making the dust and loose leaves in the streets float slowly upward as we passed."Get it on the heavy winch!" I roared, standing at the base o

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 150: The Celestial Forge

    BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Time does not care about your math. It does not care if you have solved the equation, built the cage, or stolen the sky. If you run out of seconds before you write the final answer, you still lose.The heavy, armored locomotive didn't stop at Aethelgard’s Grand Central Station. We bypassed the passenger lines completely, tearing down the reinforced industrial flex-rails and slamming into the central foundry courtyard at maximum speed.The brakes shrieked, dumping a massive cloud of white steam over the cobblestones.Before the train had even fully stopped, Corren was running alongside the flatbed. The old miner looked terrified."Valerius sent word from the Spire!" Corren yelled over the hiss of the steam, his eyes wide as he stared at the hovering, glowing block of caged silver strapped to the train car. "Torin is seizing, Jace! The marrow in his spine is turning to dust. He has hours, maybe less."Elias vaulted over the side of the t

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 89: The Silver Sail

    The winter that followed the mapmaker’s return was the busiest the western coast had ever seen, but it lacked the frantic, bleeding desperation of the Burn.We were not building a wall to keep the dark out. We were building a door to walk through it.The shipyard was established in the deep natural

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 88: The Translated Soul

    The walk back up the limestone cliff was entirely different than it had been ten years ago.There were no burning rocks. There were no musket shots. There was only the sound of the ocean wind and the heavy, uneven breathing of the three human men.Valerius—that was the mapmaker’s name, he told us i

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 86: The Crystallized Burn

    The children arrived before Cord did.Over the next two weeks, twelve more pups were brought to the founding ground from the northern mountains, the deep western quarries, and the eastern trade routes. They ranged in age from seven to twelve.They all shared the same symptoms. They were deaf to the

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 83: The Iron Vault

    You cannot simply un-forge a weapon.A spearhead can be melted down and hammered into a plowshare. A sword can be beaten into a scythe. But the forty Iron Voices that Cord had built were not simple tools of cut-and-thrust. They were complex, pressurized engines of localized destruction. They were c

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