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CHAPTER 43: THE WRATH OF THE HOLLOW
The air inside the God-Heart smelled of ozone and ancient, rotting stars. I stood on a platform of translucent violet crystal, my heart hammering in a dual rhythm with the Spirit-Blade in my hand. Every time the sword pulsed red, my vision flared with a murderous, obsidian clarity."Jack, look at your arms!" Elara’s voice was a frantic echo against the thumping of the organic machine surrounding us. "The filaments... they’re sewing you into the steel!""I don't care," I growled. My voice sounded like tectonic plates grinding together. "I don't care about anything but ending this.""JACK, THE VANGUARD IS BREACHING THE CHAMBER!" Silas’s voice roared from the Spirit-Blade, vibrating through my bones. "THEY AREN'T MEN ANYMORE! THEY ARE SOUL-FUEL!"The crystal doors at the far end of the chamber shattered. Leo’s elite vanguard—twenty Blight-Knights in heavy, light-drinking plate—marched in. Their visors leaked a sickly violet smoke, and their weapons were forged from the very ivory of the
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CHAPTER 44: THE IRON ROSE SOCIETY
The summit of the Origin-Titan was a nightmare of ivory and lightning, but before the red light of the Spirit-Blade could clash with the silver King, the floor beneath us tilted. A section of the bone-white plateau slid inward, a mechanical iris opening to swallow Elara and me whole. We plummeted through a chute of frictionless crystal, landing in a vaulted chamber hidden deep within the Titan’s chest—a place where the hum of the God-Heart was muffled by thick, leaden dampeners."Don't reach for the blade, Jack. If you ignite that Void in here, the dampeners will turn your brain to ash," a calm, aristocratic voice echoed from the shadows.I rolled to my feet, the Spirit-Blade pulsing a low, angry crimson. "Who’s there? Show yourself before I carve this chamber into scrap!""Always the forge-fire temper," the voice replied. Six figures stepped into the dim light of glow-globes. They wore the high-collared silks of the Capital’s inner circle, but their eyes weren't violet with Blight. T
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CHAPTER 45: THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT
The chamber inside the Titan’s chest was dying. Violet mana leaked from the walls like radiator fluid, and the Iron Rose leaders were nothing but mounds of salt on the floor. My mother, Queen Elena, stood between me and the thing that used to be Maya, her silver rapier trembling."Jack, don't move!" my mother barked. "The white light in her eyes—it’s not magic. It’s a vacuum!""Maya, listen to me!" I shouted, the Spirit-Blade pulsing a frantic, rhythmic red in my hand. "I know you're in there. Fight it! We’re supposed to stop the harvest together!""The harvest is a mercy, Jack," Maya said, her voice a terrifying harmony of a thousand souls. She didn't walk; she drifted toward us, the crystal floor beneath her feet turning to fine white powder. "You think you’re the hero of this story? You’re the crack in the dam.""JACK, HER POWER LEVELS ARE OFF THE SCALE!" Silas roared from the blade. "SHE ISN'T USING THE TITAN'S ENERGY. SHE'S EXUDING IT!""Move aside, Maya," I growled, the Berserke
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