《The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin》全部章節：第 231 章 - 第 240 章

POV: Neoma SolsticeThirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. A lifetime compressed into the tick of a countdown clock.Neoma stood on the edge of the crater in the Dead City. The wind here was different. It didn't smell of pine or ozone like Nova Luna. It smelled of old dust and iron—the scent of a planet that had already died once.She rubbed her temples. The headache was constant now. It wasn't a throb; it was a vice, squeezing the base of her skull. Her nose bled every morning at dawn, a slow, dark trickle that tasted of copper and salt. The fragments were getting closer. Her cells knew it before the sensors did."The alignment frames are set," Wolfy’s voice cut through the wind.He stood beside a massive pylon of black metal. He wore a heavy thermal coat, but his lips were blue. The air temperature had dropped fifteen degrees in the last week as the dust clouds from the outer atmosphere thickened.Neoma walked to him. Her boots crunched on the vitrified glass of the crater flo

POV: Wolfy VanceHe wrote everything down. If they disappeared, the story would remain.Wolfy stood in the center of the temperature-controlled vault. The air was frigid, kept at a precise 12 degrees Celsius to preserve the scavenged paper and fragile data drives. It smelled of ozone, dust, and the sharp, chemical tang of the binding glue he had mixed himself.His fingers traced the spine of the nearest volume. The leather was rough against his fingertips, cool and textured. He counted the ridges on the binding. One. Two. Three. Four.His heart beat a steady, elevated rhythm against his ribs—thud-thud-thud. It was fast. Too fast. He took a breath, holding it for four seconds, then exhaling for four. The calculation of breath usually calmed him. Today, it felt like a distraction."Wolfy?"Neoma’s voice cut through the hum of the ventilation.He turned. She stood in the doorway, wrapped in a heavy wool cloak against the chill. Her hair, white as the moon that hung too low in the sky out

POV: Guller HaleThe spirit was ready. The flesh was weak.Guller knelt on the rough basalt floor of the cavern. The stone was freezing, biting through the fabric of his trousers, numbing his shins. His stomach churned—a slow, nauseating rotation of acid and fear that coated the back of his throat with bile.The air here was thick. It didn't taste like oxygen. It tasted of ozone and static electricity, heavy enough to coat his tongue. Every breath required effort, a conscious expansion of his diaphragm against the crushing atmospheric pressure of the Well."Guller."Neoma sat opposite him. Her legs were crossed. Her hands rested on her knees, palms up. She was pale, her skin translucent in the bioluminescent glow of the moss clinging to the cavern walls. Her violet eyes were too bright, feverish."I’m here," Guller said. His voice trembled. He hated the sound of it—thin, reedy, pathetic. He cleared his throat, but the constriction remained."Begin," she whispered.Guller reached out.

POV: Wolfy VanceThe energy grid lit up. It was blinding. It was beautiful.Wolfy shielded his eyes, but the flash penetrated his eyelids, searing a jagged white afterimage into his retinas. The air in the crater instantly ionized. The hair on his arms stood straight up, pulling painfully at the follicles. A taste of copper and burnt plastic filled his mouth, coating his tongue in a thick, metallic film.He looked down at his datapad. The screen was a blur of scrolling red numbers."Initiating sequence," Guller’s voice cracked over the comms. It sounded wet, strained.Wolfy gripped the console. His fingers were numb, the circulation cut off by his own death grip on the plastic casing. He forced his hand to open, shaking out the pins and needles that pricked his fingertips."Link established," Wolfy confirmed. His voice was a rasp. His throat felt lined with sandpaper.Below them, the crowd changed.It wasn't subtle. It was violent.Thirty million biological signatures flared at once.

POV: Viggo RorikShe was burning. She was turning into a star.Viggo pressed his forearms over his eyes, but the light punched through his flesh. It turned the darkness behind his eyelids into a searing, blood-red strobe.The heat was no longer atmospheric. It was microwave radiation. It cooked the sweat on his skin before it could roll down his neck. The smell of singed hair and ozone filled his nose, thick and cloying, triggering a gag reflex that convulsed his stomach."Neoma!"He screamed her name, but he couldn't hear it. The roar of the energy displacement was absolute. It vibrated his skull, shaking his teeth in their sockets.He forced his eyes open. He had to see her. Even if it blinded him.Neoma hung ten feet above the dais. She wasn't human anymore. She was a silhouette of blinding white fission. The edges of her body were blurring, the physical matter of her arms and legs unspooling into ribbons of plasma."She's disintegrating!" Wolfy’s voice cut through the earpiece, di