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Chapter 184: The Obsidian Lens

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BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN

(Jace’s Perspective)

When a localized mass of inverted gravity is falling from orbit at Mach 20, you do not have time to draft blueprints. You do not have time to forge iron or calibrate steam-valves. You have to build the weapon out of whatever is already in the room.

And the only thing in my room was a three-mile-wide lake of solid volcanic glass.

I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees on the smooth, petrified obsidian. My heavy, dead left arm dragged uselessly agai
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  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 184: The Obsidian Lens

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)When a localized mass of inverted gravity is falling from orbit at Mach 20, you do not have time to draft blueprints. You do not have time to forge iron or calibrate steam-valves. You have to build the weapon out of whatever is already in the room.And the only thing in my room was a three-mile-wide lake of solid volcanic glass.I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees on the smooth, petrified obsidian. My heavy, dead left arm dragged uselessly against the stone, but my pale right arm flared with a blinding, aggressive silver light."Valerius!" I roared, the celestial frequency vibrating in my bleeding throat. "I need you to shatter this lake!"The First Anchor was still trembling from the sheer psychic weight of the Progenitor, but his training took over. Valerius scrambled to his feet."How much of it?" Valerius yelled over the howling volcanic wind, raising his hands."All of it!" I commanded, my Architect’s mind rapidly overlaying a th

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 183: The Astral Wake

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)You do not realize how small a continent is until you are forced to look at the rest of the universe.I stood on the glass floor of the shattered crater, the cold volcanic wind whipping my hair across my face. I looked up at the stars. To the naked eye, the night sky was perfectly still, an ocean of indifferent, glittering lights.But my right arm was no longer dormant.The pale skin was blazing with an aggressive, blinding silver light, the celestial frequency vibrating so violently it felt like a swarm of hornets under my skin. Through the deep-sight array overlaying my retinas, the sky was not still.It was screaming.A massive, invisible cylinder of kinetic radiation was shooting straight up from the open vault beneath us, punching completely through the stratosphere and rippling out into the dead vacuum of space. It was a beacon. A massive, unadulterated broadcast of planetary coordinates."They have already heard it," the Progenitor

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 182: The Progenitor

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)There is a fundamental limit to how much physical pressure a human body can endure before the bones simply turn to dust.The fifteen-foot-tall, silver-armored wolf didn't even raise a hand. It just stood on the liquefied edge of the obsidian crater. But the localized kinetic weight radiating from its pitch-black eyes slammed into us like a collapsing star.Valerius, the First Anchor, a man trained to withstand the crushing gravity of the deep earth, was violently flattened against the glass. He couldn't even lift his head, his pristine green robes pinned by an invisible, localized gravity well.Torin was completely paralyzed. The nine-foot Lunar General was violently vibrating, the celestial white light of his fur flickering rapidly as the ancient wolf’s frequency actively hijacked his biological tether.Even Elias was pushed backward. The Sovereign’s boots ground into the solid obsidian, his golden eyes blazing with a terrifying, feral fu

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 181: The Deep Vault

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)You do not build a vault at the bottom of the continental shelf to protect something. You build a vault that deep to bury something you are too afraid to kill.The volcanic wind howled across the three-mile expanse of black obsidian, but none of us felt the heat. We were completely paralyzed by the sheer, impossible geometry resting fifty feet below the glass.The silver vault door was perfectly circular, at least four hundred feet in diameter. It was forged seamlessly into the deep mantle of the earth, ignoring every law of tectonic pressure. The massive, glowing runes etched into the metal were bleeding a soft, undeniable celestial light—the exact same frequency of the moon that powered the Vanguard."Valerius," Elias commanded, his voice barely a whisper, yet carrying the absolute, crushing weight of the Sovereign. "Read the structure."The First Anchor dropped to his knees on the glass beside me. He placed both of his hands flat agains

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 180: The Sea of Glass

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)Time does not exist inside a volcano. There are no seconds or minutes when you are completely surrounded by a roaring, millions-of-degrees pillar of liquid fire. There is only the math.I knelt in the exact dead center of the Black Canyon crater, my right hand slammed flat against the shattered bedrock. The blinding silver light of the celestial moon frequency projected a perfect, ten-foot-wide spherical bubble of anti-gravity around my body.Outside the bubble, the world was ending.The magma pillar was completely deafening. The sheer kinetic friction of the earth venting its backed-up pressure was so loud it bypassed my eardrums and vibrated directly into my bones. The localized anti-gravity shield repelled the physical mass of the liquid fire, but it couldn't repel the light. The inside of the bubble was so bright I had to squeeze my eyes completely shut, tears instantly evaporating off my cheeks in the sweltering heat.Hold the line, I

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 178: The Fault Line

    BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN(Jace’s Perspective)You do not tell a mountain to hold its breath. It might listen to you for a day, but when it finally exhales, it will take your entire civilization with it.The Guild Master’s luxury airship was not built for speed; it was built for comfort. Elias didn't care. The Sovereign walked straight into the pilot’s cabin, flared his golden Alpha eyes at the terrified merchant navigator, and ordered him to redline the steam-engines.We crossed back over the Aegis Wall at maximum velocity, the massive propellers screaming as we tore through the clouds toward Aethelgard.I was sitting on the polished hardwood floor of the cabin, my back against the brass bulkhead. I couldn't stand up. The heavy, black-iron veins mapping my left arm were throbbing with a sickening, localized heat, radiating an agonizing pressure deep into my chest.Every time I closed my eyes, the isometric grid of the continent burned itself into my retinas."Talk to me, Jace," Valeri

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 3: What Lives Under My Skin

    We ran for three hours before the power did something new.I felt it building for about thirty seconds before it happened — a pressure behind my ribs, like breathing in too much air and having nowhere to put it. The silver at my wrist went bright. Not the faint thread of before. Bright, the way a l

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 2: The Man Who Knew My Name

    "Who are you," I said again.My voice came out steadier than I felt. The silver light at my wrist was fading but not gone, a faint thread of it still tracing my pulse, visible in the dark like a glow under ice. My wolf was still howling somewhere deep inside me, that strange new howl that sounded n

  • HIS REJECTED GODDESS   Chapter 1: The Words That Set Me Free

    "I, Kaden Cross, Alpha of the Iron Crest Pack, reject you, Aria Vale, as my fated mate."The words hit me like a blade to the chest.Every single wolf in the great hall heard them. Three hundred people. Every elder, every warrior, every packmate I had grown up beside, every face I had known my whol

  • 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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