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Chapter 631

“We’ve come to worship the Worldheart,” she says, bowing to the fortress. “To feed it… *properly*.” The static recoils. These aren’t survivors. They’re zealots. The Hunter materializes, roots bristling. ***You serve the Seed.*** “We serve its *potential*,” the woman purrs. “Unlike you, who cling

Chapter 632

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The bloom isn't a flower-it's a *door*. The lone root that survived the inferno has unfurled into an archway of thorns and starlight, its center a swirling vortex of liquid time. Veyra and I stand before it, the static in my veins silent for the first time in years. The ai

Chapter 633

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come

Chapter 634

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The black stars aren't stars-they're *ships*. Massive, jagged vessels blot out the fractured sky, their hulls bristling with weapons that hum with the same green lightning as the Arbor Prime. The Eden shard pulses in my grip, its voice fraying at the edges. **"They've come

Chapter 635

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The sprout isn't a sprout anymore-it's a *cage*. Its once-delicate stem has thickened into a lattice of thorns and starlight, ensnaring the field of wildflowers in a grotesque parody of a garden. The fragile blue sky is now veined with luminous green cracks, bleeding light

Chapter 636

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The sprout's golden leaves aren't leaves-they're *eyes*. Talin doesn't notice at first. He tends to the plant with a devotion that borders on obsession, whispering to it like a child to a wounded bird. The others keep their distance, even Ravel, her storm-wolf pup's death

Chapter 637

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The reflections lie. The glass shards scattered across the wasteland show Ravel and I as we *were*-bloodied, broken, but human. But the air tastes metallic, and our shadows ripple with gold, as if something beneath our skin is restless. Alive. Ravel kicks the glass, her s

Chapter 638

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The golden leaf isn't a relic-it's a *bridge*. It grows quietly at first, a fragile curl of light in the ashes of Nexa's sapling. By dawn, it's taller than I am, its stem a lattice of crystalline fibers humming with a sound like distant wind chimes. The survivors circle it

Chapter 639

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The white sky isn't a sky-it's a *cage*. The alien structure looms, its surface shimmering with a light that doesn't illuminate but *dissects*. The air hums with a frequency that makes my teeth ache, and the ground vibrates underfoot, as if the earth itself is recoiling. T

Chapter 640

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new structure doesn't blot out the sky-it *unmakes* it. Where the previous Architects' spire dissected the horizon with clinical precision, this one *fractures* it. The sky splinters into prismatic shards, each reflecting a different timeline: a world drowned in floods

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