The soldier spat. “Space won’t hold when the sky comes down.” Still, he barked orders, clearing a path to the square.---The Monument towered before them, its stone surface alive with fire. Flames bled into the air, feeding without fuel. Every surge sent tremors through the ground.Raven’s array cr
Chapter 185: Fire Without ReinsThe night after the weaving attempt in La Paz, Sophia dreamed of fire. She woke to Raven shaking her shoulder, his face pale in the flickering lantern light.“It’s Medellín,” he said hoarsely. “The readings—they’ve spiked off every chart.”Sophia sat up, heart poundin
Chapter 184: The Loom of TremorsThe morning broke gray over La Paz, a thin veil of mist rolling down from the mountains and curling across the valley. The city seemed to hold its breath, as though it knew what was to come. The spiral loomed above the square, its jagged coils humming faintly, pulsin
But beneath it, deeper still, a question echoed. Not words, not voice—just intent.What are you? it seemed to ask.Sophia’s breath caught. She whispered, “We are roots. We are memory. We are balance trying to hold.”The hum deepened, as if the spiral absorbed her answer.---Suddenly, a surge ripped
Chapter 183: Weaving into the UnknownDawn broke pale over La Paz, the air sharp with mountain chill. Mist curled low in the streets, clinging to rooftops and doorways. Sophia rose before the sun, her stomach tight with unease. Today they would attempt something no one had ever done: weave directly
Chapter 182: The Spiral AwakensThe spiral stone in La Paz seemed to breathe.Sophia stood in the mist, her palm still tingling from the contact. Around her, the caravan and Nayra’s people watched in hushed unease. Even the wind seemed reluctant to disturb the stillness that pooled around the rising