Novel & Cerita A Tidal Wave Of Glory

Suddenly, a huge tide of excitement surged and fell upon me like a tidal wave, its foamy crest blown high in the air while it surged forward-smote everything along its path. "Ahhh, thank you so much, sir," I stammered gratefully, with a quavering voice that came from some hidden part deep inside me. It was a feeling of pride and accomplishment swelled up, like a filled balloon, stretched tight its rubber skin, and grew bigger and bigger, and was about to burst. Mr. German waved his hand in that dismissive fashion, as if brushing away my thanks; his eyes twinkled with mirth, like the stars in the night sky.

They were deep green, glowing, swirling with plankton light. “I can’t stop it,” she said, voice echoing unnaturally. “It’s not a power. It’s a memory. I am the tide.” And then— The statue cracked. A hairline fracture across its chest. Then another. It split down the middle, and from inside poured not stone—but water. Endless. Flooding. Rushing. The drowned shrieked—not in pain, but in praise. The flood had begun. And Mireya was at its center. ---

Luca’s POV The wave hit. And instead of breaking, or bending, or giving way… the ground beneath us lit up. Every stone, every blade of grass, every root and branch and wall and road glowed silver and gold — bright, warm, alive, woven together in the same pattern I had carried inside me since the day I was born. It rose up to meet the cold white light, soft but unyielding, wrapping around it, holding it, containing it — not fighting it, not destroying it, but simply showing it that it was not the only way. That it was only half the story.

"They're coming." He stood and walked towards the window. The ocean was black water and white caps, the same as always. Except it wasn't. Something about the tide looked wrong. It was too far out, reaching further than it should have at this time of year. Damien stared at the waves. One. Two. Three. The fourth wave rolled in. And then it stopped. Not naturally, not because of the pull of the moon and the gravity of the planet. It simply stopped, a wall of water standing upright before falling back into the ocean.

Desperation drove me toward higher ground, clinging to the faint hope of rescue. However, luck wasn’t on my side. Out of nowhere, a massive wave slammed into me, sweeping me off my feet. I crashed into the sea, the icy water flooding my mouth and throat with its salty sting, leaving me gasping for breath. “Don’t freak out. Just stay calm...” I repeated to myself, clawing for control. I tried to swim away from the jagged rocks, but my belly slammed into one, its sharp edge slicing through me like a knife.

"We've woken something that doesn't want us here." The boat finally tore free from the shore, the waves forcing us away from the island, but it wasn't over. Behind us, I saw it, a wall of water rising impossibly high, a tsunami building in the distance. It loomed like a mountain, growing larger and larger, ready to crash down and erase everything in its path. "Look!" Gabe pointed as the wave surged toward the island. "The ocean is drowning the island. There won't be anything left." "It's cleansing them. Cleansing the sin." I said ominously. The purple pendant glowing around my neck. It was the crystal we found behind the waterfall. "This cleanses all the wrongs." I whispered, staring at the

And then she let it go. Light erupted—not a beam but a tide. It swallowed the void sphere with a sound like a glass universe shattering, then crushed forward, a solid wall of radiance. Malric threw up both arms, weaving sigils so black they seemed to suck color from the air, but they cracked like sugar under boiling water. The wave hit him.

"The sky is ours." I closed my eyes, letting the terrifying speed of the Vanguard carry me back to the Jagged Coast. The Tide wasn't dead. You cannot kill the ocean. But it was trapped beneath a mile of solid obsidian, stripped of its engine, and terrified of the light. The board was finally set, and the surface had won.

Tons of rubble plunged downward while the ocean roared in with relentless fury, threatening to bury and drown them all in crushing, lightless depths. But in that moment of total darkness and overwhelming pressure, Hope’s light exploded outward in a brilliant golden wave. The true purpose of the bridge awakened fully—reaching not just for survival, but for healing, flooding the vault with warmth, light, and a surge of power that pushed back the ocean itself.

Without the barrier of the prods, the swarm broke. They did not listen to the shouting of the captains or the commands of the Iron Division. Driven by a primal, alchemical hunger that overrode every instinct, the massive wave of black glass and raw meat surged forward, throwing themselves into the rushing waters of the Serpent’s Tail River, their faceless mouths open in a silent, ravenous scream for the light. Natalia raised her daggers, her eyes locked on the oncoming tide. "Brace yourselves!" she screamed over the roaring current. "Here they come!"