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Chapter 51: I Dream Of Her. Then Wake Up Bleeding Elara hadn’t eaten properly in days. Her stomach felt hollow, tight with hunger and tension, but she barely noticed anymore. She had stopped counting the hours since her last sleep or the turns she’d taken through alleyways without thinking. Every street corner, every shadowed doorway, she scanned for them — Selene and Aria — moving without a trace, unnoticed. The city around her was quiet, not peaceful, just held breath. Elara was the pulse ready to break that silence. Her boots crunched gravel as she climbed over a collapsed chain - link fence. Her palms were scraped, dried blood cracking from grasping rusted metal, broken wood, and shards of glass. None of it mattered. She would tear her hands apart if it meant finding Aria. From a distance, she watched Selene and Aria step into a narrow courtyard. City lights shimmered on their faces, but it wasn’t the light — it was the way they moved together. Aria’s hand brushed Selene’s, S

Chapter 53: Born From Love, Marked By the Gods’ Betrayal The quiet stretched around them like gauze. Aria sat on the gallery floor, knees drawn up, back pressed against a cracked pillar. The cold should’ve bothered her, but she’d grown used to it — Selene’s kind of cold. The kind that didn’t sting but settled into her like a memory she couldn’t name. She was still holding the phone. Jules hadn’t texted back. Not that she’d expected her to. Not after the message she sent — final, clipped, just enough love to ache without giving too much away. Aria squeezed the phone once before slipping it into her jacket. She missed her. Missed the way Jules would tap her foot when thinking. Missed the way her voice softened when she said Aria’s name. Missed the before, even if it was a foggy, fractured thing now. But what scared her more was this new pull — the way her body didn’t flinch anymore when Selene reached for her. The way she leaned into her without meaning to. The way a kiss from Sele

Chapter 55: Love Was The Sin. But We Did It Anyway The city didn’t sleep anymore. Not since the blackout swallowed the skyline. Not since the power grids fractured and the stars started moving in ways they weren’t supposed to. Phones still buzzed with flickers of reception, but messages looped, duplicated, or vanished. Streetlights stayed dark. Cameras blinked red even when unplugged. Somewhere, satellites failed — or maybe something tore through them. In the heart of that static silence, a girl opened her eyes. Aria. Not entirely alive. Not entirely dead. Suspended in a breath the world had stopped taking. Machines around her whirred, but they weren’t powered by electricity anymore. Jules had rerouted energy from an artifact stolen three timelines ago. Elara’s voice had been the last thing Aria heard before the veil pulled tight again. Selene had held her hand through the burn. Nova and Iris had sealed the room with runes. Athena paced outside, unable to help. But Aphrodite a

Chapter 57: The Haze Shatters But The Shadow Still Waits The faint shimmer at the edge of the haze pulsed steadily, a heartbeat disguised as light, reflecting off the strange membrane beneath Vaethea’s boots. It wasn’t stone or water, but something in between — a surface that rippled like a drum stretched too tight, vibrating with every step. Rain echoed here, though no drops fell. Circles bloomed and vanished at random, tiny ripples with no cause, illusions designed to unbalance them. Aphrodite’s hand gripped hers firmly, grounding, warm — an anchor in a place that seemed designed to unmake the mind. The pulse beneath them grew insistent, a hum threading through their bones like an endless engine, dragging their heartbeats into sync with the haze. The place itself felt alive, a will that demanded submission. Vaethea resisted. Divine energy coiled in protest, yet beneath it stirred vampiric hunger — the feral insistence never to kneel. The beast inside snarled, baring teeth

Chapter 59: I Wanted You Before the World Fell Apart The city had already begun to fracture before she even arrived. Screens flickered in the windows of shattered skyscrapers, ads glitching in neon and static. Traffic lights blinked uselessly, drones spun in spirals before plummeting into craters in the streets, and somewhere, a server farm groaned as power grids failed in jerking, digital screams. Vaethea felt the hum of electromagnetic pulses against her skin, the subtle resonance of collapsed networks vibrating beneath her boots. Every street was alive with the death of infrastructure, every billboard a warning in pixels she didn’t need to read: the world was unraveling, and it was personal. Above, the sky burned with molten orange and violet, as if the air itself had caught fire. The last two gods fought amid the clouds, tearing sections of the atmosphere apart with gestures that could level entire blocks. Vaethea adjusted the nanotech in her gloves, fingertips tingling as it