Semua Bab Another Chance : Bab 101 - Bab 110

What I Refuse to LoseMark’s POVI see the moment she decides.It is small.Almost nothing.Just a shift in her eyes.But I feel it like a shock through my chest.“Rissa…” I warn.Too late.The air around us tightens.Not violently.Not like before.This is different.Controlled.Focused.Her power does not explode outward.It pulls inward.Everything bends toward her.The crack in the ground pulses once.Hard.Then again.The creature’s gaze sharpens.“You have chosen,” it says.Rissa does not look at it.She looks at the Door.“I am ending this,” she says.My chest tightens.There is something in her voice I d

What Answers BackRissa’s POVThe line in the sky should not exist.I feel it before I fully see it.A thin fracture. Silver. Alive.It hums.Not like the altar.Not like the first tear.This one is quieter.Worse.Because it is listening.My chest tightens as the power in me locks onto it, drawn to it like breath to lungs. I try to pull back, to shut it down, to undo what I just did.It does not respond.It deepens.“Rissa.”Mark’s voice cuts through everything.Sharp.Grounding.I turn toward him, but the moment I shift my focus, the pressure spikes. The connection pulls harder, like something on the other side noticed me looking away.I gasp.“I cannot stop it,” I say.“You can,” he replies instantly. “You just did not expect it.”That would be easier.If it felt like mine.It does not.The fragment still stands a few feet away, watching me with that same quiet awareness. It does not move. It does not interfere.It waits.Like it knows what comes next.The Hunters do not wait.The

What I Refuse to BecomeRissa’s POVThe pull does not feel like falling.It feels like being claimed.Cold fingers wrap tighter around my wrist, and the world bends violently as the fracture opens wider behind the figure. The street, everything stretches, distorts.“Rissa!” Mark’s voice tears through the chaos.I reach for him.“I’ve got you!” he shouts.For a second, I believe it.His hand catches mine.Warm.Solid.Real.The pull surges.Harder.My shoulder jerks painfully as both forces drag against me in opposite directions.“Don’t let go,” I gasp.“I’m not,” he growls.The figure tilts its head, watching us like this is all part of the lesson.“You cannot hold her,” it says calmly.“Watch me,” Mark snaps.The pressure spikes again.My vision flickers.The fracture behind the figure pulses, silver light spilling out in thin, jagged threads.It’s not just pulling me.It’s pulling something out of me.I feel it.A tearing sensation deep in my chest.Not physical.Worse.“Mark,” I ch

What I Hold On ToRissa’s POVThe word becoming does not leave when the noise settles.It stays.It sits in my chest like something alive, something waiting to see what I will do next.The fracture trembles above us, thinner than before but still there. Still listening. Still pulling.I can feel it watching me.Not the way a person watches.The way something vast notices a shift in balance.Mark is still holding me. His grip is tight, grounding, real in a way nothing else is right now.“Rissa,” he says, lower this time. Careful. “Talk to me.”“I am thinking,” I whisper.“That’s what I’m afraid of.”Despite everything, I almost laugh.Josh exhales sharply somewhere to my right. “We don’t have time for a breakthrough moment. That thing is still open.”“I know,” I say.But I do not look at it.Not yet.Because every time I do, it pulls harder.Instead, I look at my hand.It is still shaking.Not from fear.From strain.From holding something too large inside a space that was never meant

What I Choose to Fight ForRissa’s POVThe moment I turn and run toward them, everything sharpens.Not fear.Not doubt.Clarity.The Hunters surge forward, weapons raised, their formation tightening as they lock onto me. They think I’m breaking. They think I’m desperate.Good.Let them.Power hums beneath my skin, steady and alive, no longer chaotic. It listens now. It responds.To me.“Target acquired!” one of them shouts.I don’t slow.I push faster.The ground cracks under my steps, energy bleeding into every movement. The air bends slightly around me, distorting just enough to throw off their aim.A shot rings out.I twist.The bullet misses by inches.Another comes.Then another.Too many.I stop running.That’s what throws them.Confusion ripples through their line as I turn to face them fully.“Take her!” the leader barks.They close in.Fast.Disciplined.Deadly.I inhale slowly.Then I release.The power hits the ground like a pulse.A controlled wave.It doesn’t explode.It