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Chapter 164: The Crimson Engine
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HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 164: The Crimson Engine
BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)Fanaticism is a poor substitute for structural integrity. A man who believes he is destined to win will happily ignore the fact that the bridge beneath his feet is crumbling.The Imperial squad leader knelt in the toxic, frozen mud of the ash-wastes, his mind pinned to the earth by the sheer, crushing psychic weight of Elias’s Alpha command. But even as the blood dripped from his nose, the soldier looked up at me with a twisted, manic grin."You can take the water," the soldier hissed, his voice rattling in his chest. "You can kill us all. It doesn't matter, Architect. Commander Vane already has the engine. The Iron Crown will shatter your glass tower by midnight.""Commander Vane," Cord rumbled, stepping forward, his massive hand resting on the haft of his Starved Iron sledgehammer. The old Master Forge spat into the ash. "He was the Emperor’s Chief Siege Master. I thought Torin ripped his throat out during the palace breach.""He missed
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 163: The Isometric Grid
BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)The western ash-wastes didn't look like a battlefield. They looked like the end of the world.Fourteen years ago, the magma nodes beneath this section of the continent had been completely severed. Without the deep heat of the earth to sustain the soil, the land had literally died. The sky was permanently choked with a thick, irradiated gray dust that tasted like rusted copper. There were no trees, no rivers, no sound. Just miles of jagged, frozen gray mud.I stood at the vanguard of the formation, my heavy leather coat pulled tight against the biting, toxic wind.Behind me stood three hundred of the most lethal predators on the planet. The Vanguard wolves weren't in their human forms. They had fully shifted, towering at nine feet tall. Their pristine, blindingly white fur cut through the gray fog like localized beacons of starlight. They hovered inches above the dead soil, entirely unaffected by the heavy, toxic sludge of the wastes.Torin
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 161: The Dust of Empires
BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)It had been six months since I drove a spike of celestial silver into the beating heart of the abyss. Six months since the Mariana Trench was sealed beneath a mile of volcanic glass, and the wolves reclaimed their lunar frequency.For half a year, the world had been violently, aggressively peaceful.I stood in the center of a massive construction site in the heart of Aethelgard. The air smelled of wet mortar, freshly cut pine from the Jagged Coast, and the clean, rhythmic hiss of localized steam engines. We weren't building walls or foundries. We were building the Aethelgard Academy of Elemental Physics."The structural load on the western arch is leaning," I said, pointing a pale, silver-veined finger at the massive stone colonnade being erected fifty yards away.Corren, standing beside me with a rolled-up blueprint tucked under his arm, squinted at the archway. The old miner rubbed his jaw. "It’s within standard engineering tolerances, J
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 160: The Equilibrium
BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)There is a strange, quiet terror in winning a war that lasted ten thousand years. When you have spent your entire life calculating the structural integrity of your walls, you don't know what to do with your hands once the enemy finally stops knocking.I sat on the edge of my bed in the Grandmaster’s private quarters at the top of the Spire. The arched windows were thrown wide open. The sky over Aethelgard was a brilliant, flawless blue. The bruised-purple steam was completely gone.I looked down at my hands.My left arm was heavily scarred, the permanently cooked veins running beneath the skin a dormant, matte black. It felt incredibly heavy, perfectly attuned to the steady, comforting thump-thump of the earth's deep magma nodes pulsing miles beneath the city.My right arm was pale, the veins glowing with a faint, steady silver luminescence. It felt weightless, completely untethered from the planet, humming with the cold, silent freque
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 159: The Anti-Gravity Anchor
BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Falling into a volcano is certain death. Falling into an ocean trench is certain death. Falling into a place where the two are violently grinding against each other is a statistical impossibility.I plummeted through the dead center of the boiling, ten-mile-wide vortex. Because Torin was running the circumference at Mach 3, the sheer centrifugal force had ripped all the oxygen and steam out of the center. I was falling through a perfect, frictionless vacuum tube, straight down to the tectonic floor.Beneath me, the Hive-Mind’s physical core—a massive, beating heart of hyper-compressed black water and jagged basalt—pulsed wildly.It felt me coming.The velvet shadow of its psychic weight slammed into my mind, trying to crush my consciousness before I even reached the bottom. But the psychic attack didn't hit the heavy, earthly iron of the Architect. It hit the celestial silver coursing through the right half of my brain.The Hive-Mind r
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 158: The Frictionless Sea
BOOK FIVE: THE LUNAR ECLIPSE(Jace’s Perspective)Water only acts as a wall if you give it the time to absorb your mass. If you remove the mass and exponentially increase the velocity, the ocean stops being a liquid and becomes a perfectly flat, indestructible highway.We stood on the precipice of the Jagged Coast. The sky above us was rapidly darkening as the suffocating, bruised-purple steam of the Hive-Mind’s evaporation engine rolled over the continent. The temperature of the air was spiking, tasting like burnt salt and ozone.Torin stood at the edge of the cliff, his blindingly white, nine-foot-tall lunar frame casting a pristine glow against the encroaching dark.I didn't wear the Obsidian Chassis. It was a melted, ruined husk locked in the Vault. Instead, I wore a standard, tailored Grandmaster’s coat, reinforced with a lightweight Starved Iron mesh.I held the heavy iron grappling hook in my left hand—the hand still bound entirely to the heavy, crushing physics of the earthly g
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 122: The Architect's City
BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE(Jace’s Perspective)A year is a very long time for a planet to hold its breath. It is an even longer time for a city to learn how to sing.I stood on the high, wrought-iron balcony of the newly constructed Grandmaster’s spire in the center of Aethelgard. I wasn't wearing
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
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 71: The Firewalls
For thirty years, the founding ground had been an open hand.In a matter of days, it had to become a clenched fist.The western sanctuary transformed. The smell of pine and sea salt was overtaken by the sharp, metallic tang of whetstones on iron. Silas’s wolves, who had spent decades guarding refug
HIS REJECTED GODDESS Chapter 68: The Edge of the Map
We rode west.For thirty-one years, I had never truly traveled. Even when my physical body was walking through the Ash-wood sector or the northern pines, my mind had always been everywhere at once. I had felt the entire continent simultaneously.Now, I only felt the horse beneath me.I only felt th
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