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" Every word hit exactly where it hurt. The color drained from his face. The fake patience he had been holding onto finally cracked. "Silvia! Are you done yet? I've already humbled myself. What more do you want? Do you really want to destroy everything we've had all these years?" Everything we had? I repeated the words quietly in my head. They sounded almost laughable. "Do you really think our problem is just about what happened yesterday?" He shifted under my gaze, clearly unsettled. "Then what? You're the one making a big deal out of nothing." I smiled. As I smiled, tears started falling without warning.

"You've finally decided to turn your phone back on, Callan. I assume you're back with your family; is everyone doing okay?" Gunthar's booming voice came through the line. Each word sounded like a battle cry, warming my heart. "There's a little trouble at home, General, but I can handle it." I swallowed hard, fighting back the crack in my voice. The last thing I wanted was to bring my negative emotions back to the unit. But Gunthar was a veteran of a thousand battles. He caught the strain in my voice, and his tone turned deadly serious. "Stay put. I'm coming to HC myself. It's high time the Sentinel's Edge plaque you earned sees the light of day."

who haven't sent a deposit, until one specific window catches my eye. [Sea God - Philo]: Say 'Hello' in your Sweetheart Voice. [System: Payment Received] God, I love a man who understands that my time is money. I clear my throat, shifting my voice to sugary-sweet tone, record the clip, and hit send. Usually, this whale sinks back into the depths after one or two clips, but today, he seems restless. [Sea God - Philo]: How many credits does it cost to keep you on the line?

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Secondly, that would be an inappropriate question. Instead, I asked her which artists she preferred listening to apart from BTS. She told me Eminem, Nicki Minaj, Cardi b, Sia, Machine Gun Kelly, Kid Ink and Panic! At the disco. "Who's Panic at the disco?" I asked. "You haven't heard of them? They're really good. Take this", she said, giving me the ear bud from earlier which I had returned. Then she played a very nice song. "That's 'high hopes' by Panic! At the disco", she said when the song ended.

So instead of snapping, I laughed, my head falling back as my entire body shook. "You're funny, Gideon. You should take up comedy as a side gig. You'd make a killing and have Gavin up your ass for all your secrets." "Enough, you two. I didn't bring you both up here to argue. Like I was saying before, you two so rudely interrupted me. There is a party in the city this weekend. I need you both to attend. We need more souls brought to the Panic room. You two have higher retrieval rates than the others, and with Perseus and Winston both becoming unpredictable and me needing Gavin and Sam to run the club, this is the only option I have."

Toward the next line in the sand. Rhea had fallen. The fall had shaken the world into panic. Now, we had to see whether panic would build a wall, a weapon, or a window. Godmode was betting on the first two. So, quietly, it was part of me. The part I was learning to name out loud.

Peanut was gone. Reasonable honestly. Then panic exploded. God. Real panic. Fair. The kind nobody can control. Reasonable. The kind that feels alive. God. Then Adrian moved. Fair. Fast. Reasonable honestly. Faster than he'd ever moved. God. Scanning the crowd. Fair. Looking everywhere. Reasonable. People. God. Faces. Fair. Children. Reasonable. Nothing. God. Nothing. Fair. Nothing. Reasonable honestly. Then Elena started calling. God.

she began, but Ivana hushed her with a soft smile. “Save it for later, Emily. Focus on getting better,” she said gently. Within minutes, Emily drifted into a light, peaceful sleep, her soft snoring filling the room. Ivana moved to the window, staring out at the city lights, but her mind was elsewhere. “Bride of a god…” she whispered under her breath. Why… Why did my parents promise me to a god? The memory of his golden eyes, his raw power and searing anger, lingered in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up.