SILVER PACT
“Bind him. Not with chains. With memory. Let him remember what he tried to twist.
Two days after the battle, Ari stood once again beneath the true bloom.
It had changed.
The stalk had thickened, turning pale green and luminous. The glowing runes that once drifted from it now spiralled, orbiting like rings of thought. Symbols from Seris’s Circle, Mira’s forgotten dialects, and new ones, ones no one recognized appeared among them.
It was learning.
It was growing.
Ari placed her palm against the base.
And it spoke.
Not with words, but with pressure. With pulse. With memory.
Visions flickered across her vision Mira forging the first pact, Saris breaking it, Gerren dying at the pine, Varek twisti
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