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CHAPTER 178: The Escape from Apex
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The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin Chapter 227: The Risk
POV: Viggo He didn't care about the moon. He cared about the girl.Viggo paced the length of the stone room. Four steps. Turn. Four steps. Turn. With every pivot, the muscles in his thighs bunched tight, hard as cable wire. A low, vibrating growl started in his diaphragm and rumbled up his throat, trapped behind clenched teeth.The air in the room tasted stale, recycled, and sour with the scent of Guller’s anxiety—like wet ash. But it was Wolfy’s calm, clinical voice that made the veins in Viggo’s neck throb."The energy transfer is theoretically possible," Wolfy was saying, pointing at a hologram of the orbital mechanics. "If the flow is regulated—""Regulated?" Viggo didn't speak the word; he spat it.He stopped pacing. He slammed his fist into the stone wall. The impact jarred his shoulder, a sharp, white flash of pain that felt better than the crushing weight in his chest. Dust trickled down the masonry."You're talking about running a star through a lightbulb, Wolfy," Viggo snar
The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin Chapter 226: The Third Path
POV: Wolfy The math was impossible. The variable was faith. And Wolfy didn't believe in faith.He stood before the main terminal, the blue light of the holographic display biting into his retinas. His eyes burned, dry and gritty, as if he had rubbed them with sand.He blinked, but the stinging persisted. Inside his skull, a headache tightened like a garrote wire, pulsing in sync with the hum of the cooling fans."Wolfy?" Neoma’s voice. Soft. Too soft.He didn't turn. He couldn't. If he looked at her, the equation would fall apart."I’m running Guller’s hypothesis," Wolfy said. His voice scraped against his throat, dry from hours of silence. He typed a command.The hologram shifted, red lines simulating orbital trajectories. "Scenario A: Impact. 100% extinction. Scenario B: Void Consumption. Neoma attempts to eat the mass. Result: She detonates. 100% extinction."He paused, his fingers hovering over the glass interface. They were trembling. A fine, high-frequency tremor that traveled
The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin Chapter 225: The Prophecy Revealed
POV: Guller The truth was a knife. And to save them, Guller had to twist it.He stood before the holographic table, his hands gripping the metal edge until his knuckles turned the color of old bone.A headache pulsed behind his left eye—a rhythmic, sharp throb that synced with the red light bleeding in from the balcony. The Blood Moon hung low in the sky outside, a bruised and swollen eye staring down at the city they had just finished saving."Say it, Guller."Neoma’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the hum of the projectors. She sat at the head of the table, her skin pale, the violet in her eyes dim. She was exhausted. They all were. The war with Nergal had ended only weeks ago, and the smell of ozone and dried blood still seemed to cling to the air recyclers.Guller swallowed. His throat felt lined with sandpaper. He looked at them—his pack. Barzil, standing like a statue at Neoma's right, hand resting on the pommel of a sword he no longer needed to use. Wolfy, tapping a rhyth
The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin Chapter 224: The Council
POV: NeomaThe table was round. No head, no foot. Just a circle of problems waiting to swallow us whole.My fingers traced the edge of the obsidian slab. It was cold—a leech sucking the warmth straight from my fingertips.The surface was rough, unpolished, still scarred where Viggo had dragged it from the wreckage of the Citadel. A low-frequency vibration hummed through the stone, resonating with the voices arguing across it.My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pressure centered behind my eyes, synchronizing with my pulse. Thump. Thump. I hadn't slept. Not really. Just short, jagged periods of unconsciousness where the dreams were louder than the waking world."The water allocation for the Dregs is insufficient," Rax growled.The rebel leader leaned forward. His knuckles pressed against the stone, the skin stretched white and tight over the bone. He smelled of old sweat and sharp aggression."We have children drinking sludge while the Upper Districts are flushing toilets with potable w
The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin CHAPTER 223: The Reckoning
POV: BarzilA sword could kill a man. A pen could kill a kingdom.I stood in the center of the ruined Council Hall, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight that pierced the shattered dome above.For three hundred years, this room had been the beating heart of the Obsidian Citadel. It was where the Lugals had issued decrees that starved the Dregs.It was where the Iron Law was forged in arrogance and enforced by fear.Today, we were replacing the iron with parchment.In the center of the room sat the Round Table—a massive slab of salvaged steel, scarred with weld marks and blast burns. It was ugly. It was functional. And around it sat a collection of beings that, a month ago, would have slaughtered each other on sight.To my left stood Rax, leaning on a scavenged rifle, representing the Nulls and the Dregs. Beside him, the scarred Sand-Eater Alpha represented the Rogue Clans, his yellow eyes darting suspiciously around the room.To my right were the remnants of the High
The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin Chapter 222: The Broken Land
POV: WolfyYou can't build a house on quicksand. And the whole world was sinking.I stood before the makeshift tactical table in the ruin of the Council Chamber. My eyes burned. The sensation was a dry, gritty friction against my eyelids, the result of seventy-two hours without REM sleep. A dull, rhythmic throb had established itself at the base of my skull, radiating upward into my temples.The air in the chamber was stagnant. It smelled of ozone, ancient dust, and the lingering, metallic scent of dried blood."Report," Barzil rumbled.The Commander sat on a block of fallen masonry. His armor was gone, replaced by a simple grey tunic that showed the heavy bandaging around his ribs. He sat with absolute stillness, but I could hear the slow, heavy thud of his heart. It was a grounding rhythm in the silence.I tapped the console of the holographic projector. The screen was cracked, held together by adhesive tape and determination. The image flickered—a burst of blue static that made my
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