Rosie's Bloom
his jaw is clenched so hard i swear i hear it crack every time he swallows.
“they’re not moving fast enough,” he mutters.
“they’re moving as fast as mortals can,” i answer, trying to keep my voice steady. “that’s the problem.”
the elder night-grey hair approaches again.
“the triad hall is ready.”
ares stiffens like she slapped him.
“explain it,” i snap before he explodes. “all of it. no more vague prophecy nonsense.”
the elder inclines her head.
“aria and clara are divine halves moon and storm. their energies are colliding instead of merging. ares, whose power resonates with both, must stand between them… anchoring them… so the merge stabilizes instead of tearing her apart.”
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