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I hadn’t protested, no need. And now, a pit was opening right at the spot where that reserve had been deployed. What did it look like? I remember it as if it was still happening right before my eyes. As a half-demon, that’s my gift and my curse. The earth started shaking under the feet of the dumbfounded soldiers. Some of them fell down, while others stared blankly, frightened, until... The ground cracked and burst, as if a coal-black fissure appeared in the earth.

" Then, with Wendy firmly nestled in his arms, he turned around without so much as another glance back. Reuben was so frantic that there were tears in his eyes. "Yelena, don't be scared. I'll think of a way to get you out!" he said with a trembling voice. Not long after, I felt the earth shake again. Debris started to cave in around me, and dust fell into my eyes and mouth. A slab of concrete fell on me hard, and I think I heard the sound of bones breaking. My organs felt like they were being crushed to nothing.

“But as long as she’s not being delusional then of course I’m treating her right.” The chairman just nodded, waving him away. **** Something was strange, Caden thought to himself. Everything was so quiet. The world suddenly stilled as if somebody hit the pause button to let the chaos and noise melt down for a little while. Everything felt dream-like. He was barefoot yet couldn’t feel anything, no tick and no echo of his footsteps. There was nothing but void and Caden was in the middle of it.

Using their agony like fuel. I slowed, then stopped altogether at the edge of the land. The ground here was wrong—I’ve always known, but seeing it through fresh eyes was something else. It was ashen and cracked, as though the earth itself had tried to crawl away and failed. The air smelled like rot and old magic, like grief that had soaked too deeply into stone to ever be scrubbed clean. My chest tightened painfully, my hands curling into fists at my sides as the cries washed over me again, louder now that I was closer.

His whole body spasmed as if I'd stabbed him, and he curled into himself, eyes streaming blood. Seeing him like that, I understood. Raven had tortured him in his past life. I pulled Blazewing into my arms, holding him gently and stroking his wings. "It's okay. It's over now. You're safe." Little by little, his shaking quieted down. I spoke gently, "Let's go home. The thing is… I live far away, and there aren't any cars around here. I'm afraid we'll have to walk." I gave him an apologetic look. Compared to Raven, I had almost nothing.

Like she’d seen it in dreams we’d dismissed as nightmares. “I’ve seen that thing before,” she said, and her voice wasn’t her own. Wren’s voice… it was usually light, a little lispy. But now it was flat. Weightless. I held my breath. “Wren, listen to Mommy. Don’t go near that. It doesn’t belong to you.” She looked at me. For a long time. Then said, “But it told me… it’s been mine since I was born.” The ground beneath us started to shift. The air thickened, like a grave being cracked open. The scent of wet earth and salt-blood filled the space.

The bedrock didn’t just shake; it hungered. The Grand Plaza of Rebirth City, once a monument to my iron-fisted logistics, was no longer a solid surface. It was a throat. The silver mercury I had used to cool the servers didn’t spill—it veined, burrowing into the fissures of the earth like parasitic roots seeking the heart of the world. The sound was a rhythmic, tectonic shriek—ga-chi, ga-chi—not from my neck this time, but from the very lithosphere of the North grinding against itself.

I poured the rest of the ink onto the ground. --- ### The Cost of Free Will The world shook. The thousands of shacks didn't just change; they **collapsed**. We were no longer in a field. We were in a vast, ruined plain. The "Great Engine" was gone, but the "Real Earth" was exactly what Smith had said: a scorched, difficult place. But it was ours. The millions of people were no longer in lines. They were scattered across the dirt, looking at each other. Some were crying. Some were laughing. Some were just sitting in silence, feeling the weight of their own bodies for the first time.

Chapter 52: The First Cry The earth screamed. That was the only way to describe the sound. It wasn't a rumble; it was a shriek of tearing stone and freezing soil. I clutched my newborn daughter to my chest, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of labor. The vernix on her skin was sticky against my own sweat-slicked flesh, but she was warm. She was alive. RIIIIP. A massive, rotting hand burst from the fissure in the snow, just inches from Mara’s feet.

it whispered, vibrating with a possessive hunger. A high-pitched ringing shattered my hearing, drowning out the wind and the fire. Fighting to stay conscious was an a futile battle against a suffocating tidal wave of blackness dragging me under. My breath hitched in shallow, failing gasps that barely stirred the air in my collapsing lungs. "No! You follow me, K'tthar!" my father’s voice roared. A chilling, resonant chuckle echoed through the void of my mind. "That's... amusing." Suddenly, the night erupted. A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself.