Semua Bab Rosie's Bloom: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aria POVMy ears rang first.Not from sound the sound was gone but from pressure, like the entire mountain had breathed out through us.My eyes snapped open.Everything was white at first. White and humming. Alive.Then shapes formed. Stone. Dust. Light pulsing from cracks in the ground like moonlit veins.“Ares?” My voice came out small, broken. “Clara?”The silence that answered made panic claw up my spine.I pushed myself up onto shaking elbows. The floor had split in a jagged line through the cavern, widening into a black crevice that seemed to breathe. Moonlight real moonlight seeped from it like fog.“Ares ?” My voice cracked.A groan answered from somewhere to my left.I scrambled over fallen stone, heart pounding.Ares lay crumpled against a wall, half-buried in rubble, gold flickering weakly inside him like an ember refusing to die.“Ares!” I reached him, brushing dust from his face. “Talk to me. Please.”His lashes fluttered.Then he looked at me.“Aria…” His voice

Aria POVClara stepped in front of me like she wasn’t facing a goddess but a threat she’d already decided to kill.Lightning curled around her wrists, brighter and steadier than it had any right to be after everything she’d been through. Ares was still on his knees behind us, gold flickering in disjointed bursts as he fought the old instinct inside him.But right then, my eyes were only on Clara.She trembled. She bled. She could barely breathe.And still she stood.The goddess’s attention shifted fully onto her, the air thickening until my lungs stuttered.“Shield,” the goddess whispered.Clara’s jaw tightened. “Damn right I am.”The goddess moved.Not physically her presence pulled forward, pressing against Clara like a tidal wave of moonlight and ancient memory. Clara’s lightning flared wildly, clashing with the pressure.The sound wasn’t thunder. It was rupture.Two forces that were never meant to collide.Clara staggered backward. “Aria ” she gasped, “don’t let her take

Aria POVThe floor wasn’t a floor anymore.It drifted beneath my feet like a slab of bone floating through a storm. Every breath rattled through a chamber that was no longer a chamber, but a shattered memory collapsing in slow-motion.The goddess’s realm was dying.Not simply crumbling self-erasing.Floating ribs split open like cracked moons. Silver dust hung in the air. Gravity spun sideways. The chamber’s ceiling peeled back into jagged mirrors, reflecting versions of us that weren’t quite real.Ares swore under his breath.Clara tightened her grip on my arm.And the goddess…She flickered at the center of it all, glitching like a broken star.“Core…” she rasped, voice splintering. “Return ”“No.”The moonfire in me pushed against her like a heartbeat rejecting a mismatched rhythm. Every pulse made another fracture ripple through her domain.Clara looked upward suddenly, lightning sparking from her shoulders. “There Aria, do you feel that?”I did.A pull.Like the world was exha

Aria POVClara’s lightning didn’t just break the pull.It changed the air.One moment the sea was dragging her in like a mother reclaiming a lost child.The next, the lightning burst out from her body in a dome, slicing through the pull like it was silk and sending a shockwave over the water.The ocean hissed like it had been burned.The silhouette of the goddess recoiled sharply, its outline blurring back into pure, rippling water.And for the first time…The sea looked afraid.Clara sagged in my arms, chest heaving, eyes wide with the memory she’d just unlocked.“I’m not her shadow,” she whispered. “I’m her executioner.”The words slammed into me.Not because they scared me but because they echoed something I’d always felt without understanding.The prophecy wasn’t written in opposites.It was written in balances.Core and Storm.Light and Reckoning.Rise and Ruin.Ares looked between us, gold flickering in alarm. “Aria, that ocean wants Clara dead. If she’s the one meant to destr

Aria POVThe sea didn’t just scream it split.A jagged fissure tore through the glowing water, racing outward like lightning across a storm-dark sky. For a moment, the ocean looked like shattered glass, each fragment reflecting a different version of the goddess’s silhouette.Clara flinched beside me, lightning jumping off her shoulders in frantic pulses. Ares braced behind us, gold anchoring the ground so the sand wouldn’t be ripped from beneath our feet.My moonfire swirled higher, no longer burning only from me it was burning with Clara’s storm-light and Ares’s molten gold.Three forces reacting as one.This was no longer a fight. This was a birth.“Aria ” Clara whispered, breath uneven, “what’s happening to us?”I didn’t know how to say it gently, so I didn’t.“We’re becoming what she feared.”Clara’s lightning flickered in confusion and fear. “A goddess?”“Not her goddess,” I said, stepping forward as the sea lurched again. “A new one.”Ares cursed under his breath. “Gre