Novel & Cerita Eon Infinite Bloom

> the daughter of a marquise said to the princess. She then gave a display of her power s she controlled and accelerated the growth of flowers surrounding us, the flowers reached us. They praised and complimented her ability, so this is the bloom? Let’s analyze it with my [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] This magic is similar to spell casting… it acts like an enchantment in a kind but the reason why I say its mere spell casting is because it requires a magic circle.

The air itself seemed to shimmer with magical energy, and through her connection to the garden, Iris could feel the collective consciousness of every plant singing in harmony. "The memory bloom," she whispered, her voice carrying a wonder that made Damien's breath catch. "Eleanor's final gift. It's ready." Deep in the hidden chamber that Eleanor had created, the memory bloom pulsed with increasing urgency. Through the Genesis Bloom's vast network, Iris could feel the stored memories calling to them, decades of love and redemption waiting to be claimed. But she could also sense something else, a darkness on the edge of perception that made her protective instincts flare with warning.

"Young man, you've got eyes on my Karmic Bloomfire… Hmm, well, that makes sense. You've cultivated the Solar Titan Physique, so you need a heavenly flame to evolve further," Yohan pondered. "Just say yes or no." Gideon spread his hands and snorted. "You want me to be your pawn, but you're not offering anything in return? The stronger I get, the more useful I am to you. Isn't that right?" Yohan sneered. "You sure know how to push your luck. But the Karmic Bloomfire is extremely rare. It's valuable to me as well. I can't give it to you. However, I can teach you a secret technique."

He asked seriously, "Dr. Quinn, have you heard of the Bloom Seeds?" What? Brandon shot up and trembled. "That's it! I knew it reminded me of something but couldn't place it. Yes, it must be the Bloom Seeds!" Zara quickly asked, "What are the Bloom Seeds?" Someone else answered her, "The Bloom Seeds are the signature technique of Sonny Balcom, who's ranked 12th among the Thirteen Aces and Dragonia's Super S-rank wanted criminals. "As the Circle of Hearts, he could inject an undetectable toxin that's painless and symptomless at first. Over time, it forms what we call a Bloom Seed in the victim's body.

As the first hint of light began to touch the eastern horizon, something happened that hadn't happened in ten million years. The *Luna-Bloom*—a rare flower we had brought from the mainland mountains in the early days, a flower that was supposed to bloom only once every millennium—began to open along the railings of the Observatory. One by one, the pale, translucent petals unfurled, releasing a scent that was like rain on dry earth and fresh honey. "Look," I whispered, pointing to the flowers. Leo watched them with a quiet awe. "They’re all blooming at once."

Leo cut her off before she could finish what she wanted to say. He turned and walked back towards the house without looking at either of us again. I opened the Range Rover door and slid inside before anyone could say anything else and drove out of the compound. Halfway to Lizzy’s, my phone rang. It was from an unknown number. I answered through the car speakers. “Hello?” “Hi,good afternoon, Luna Freya?” “Yes.” “This is Bloom & Co. We have a delivery for you. Someone paid for flowers to be sent to your address. Would you like to pick them up? We’re close to your location.”

Under the moonlight, the flower radiated a dreamlike blue light, each petal carved from the purest crystal. "This will hurt a little," Evan said softly. "But it will be over quickly." I nodded and offered my wrist. Evan pressed the Glacier Rose gently against my pulse point. A cool energy surged from the flower, flowing through my veins. I felt every cell in my body sing, renewed with life. "Good," Evan smiled. "Next..." BOOM! A massive explosion rocked the sanctuary. The heavy stone doors were blasted inward, sending debris flying. The thick, coppery smell of blood filled the air.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

And he froze. There, in the exact center of his sterile, gray quarters, where no soil had ever been, a flower grew. It was a delicate, impossible thing. Its petals were a deep, velvety black that seemed to drink the light, and at its center, a stamen glowed with a soft, internal blue radiance. It was a species he recognized from galactic archives: a Nyx Bloom, native to a planet whose atmosphere would liquefy a human in seconds. It was a biological impossibility. A miracle.

Then he smiles, it's so magical and beautiful that I feel butterflies in my belly. I grab his hand and push the plug into it. His jaw tightens and shuts his eyes briefly. When he opens them, his pupils are almost as dark as coal. He runs his fingers across my cheek and asks, “You want this, Skybloom?” “Yes,” I whisper. “This and more.” He steps away from me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Get naked, Bloom. Everything on the floor.” He orders. “I want your ass in the air.” Shit!