All Chapters of Chronicles of the Cycle: When the Sun is Blue : Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
12 chapters
Chapter 11 - The Color of the Fever
MiguelPain wasn’t a sound; it was a color. A blinding white that consumed everything, erasing the edges of the room, Silas’s face, my own hands in front of my eyes. My body was trembling uncontrollably, not from cold, but from the residual vibration of the roar, like a guitar string still quivering after being plucked too hard. The ringing in my ears began to fade, replaced by a chaotic murmur coming from outside. Sirens. Distant screams. The sound of a city plunged into confusion.“Miguel…” Silas’s voice was a hoarse whisper, stripped of all its arrogance. The shock had shattered his mask. “What… what was that? What happened to you?”I tried to answer, but only a moan escaped my lips. I curled up on the floor, hugging my knees, trying to anchor myself to something real while the world kept spinning. The fever in my head wasn’t from heat; it was from energy, as if a lightning bolt had lodged itself in my brain and was now fighting to get out.Silas knelt beside me, but not to help. H
Last Updated : 2025-10-22
Chapter 12 - Cracks in the Facade
Isandra VeyraCalm was a luxury we couldn’t afford, but panic was a poison, one that could dissolve the foundations of an empire built on a century of meticulous control. That was why the crisis room in the Veyra Tower operated in a state of frenetic order, a ballet of efficiency rehearsed for moments precisely like this. Dozens of analysts, the best in Fosack, moved in near-absolute silence, their fingers flying over holographic keyboards that projected cascades of data. On the walls, giant screens were windows into the chaos. They showed maps of Rixus with entire sectors blinking red from massive power failures, real-time social media feeds exploding with thousands of shaky videos of the colored storm, and the pale faces of news anchors struggling to find words for the impossible.At the center of it all, Edrian Veyra watched, motionless. His face was a mask of serenity, but I, who knew his every nuance, could see the tension in the muscles of his jaw. It wasn’t fear. It was the con
Last Updated : 2025-10-22