The first sign came at dawn or what passed for dawn in a fractured world.Across the continents, people who bore bloommarks on their palms awoke simultaneously, their veins faintly glowing, pulsing with memory-thread. They did not speak. Many did not even move. But within them, the bloom’s resonance had awakened, a faint hum threading through every thought, every heartbeat.Siran, Ari, and Kaima had returned to Hollowreach, standing atop the ridge where the spiral fracture still pulsed faintly. The air was thick with the aftereffects of the previous confrontation. Dust swirled over broken stone, and faint glyphs hovered in the sky like ghosts of past conflicts.“It didn’t just survive,” Kaima said, voice tight. “It… it remembers everything we threw at it. And more.”“It always did,” Siran replied. “We just never asked it to show itself.Ari’s hands trembled. “Then what comes next?”Siran looked east, toward the distant bloomfields. The spirals had begun forming towers of light, projec
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