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CHAPTER 8, THE FIFTH SIGN
The sea had never been quiet, but that morning it moved like something thinking. Waves rose and fell with the rhythm of a sleeping heart, each pulse glowing faintly beneath the surface. From the cliff above, Yeshua watched the light spread until the entire bay shimmered like molten glass.Florence stood a few paces behind him, coat snapping in the wind. “They say the water’s been glowing since dawn,” she said. “Fishermen are afraid to go out. The Council calls it chemical runoff.”“And you?”“I call it the next Sign.”He turned. The gold in his eyes had dimmed to amber, but it still caught the sun. “It feels different,” he said. “The first four were warnings. This one feels like a choice.”A gull screamed overhead and the air shifted, warm one second, icy the next. Jessica approached from the ridge, spear slung across her back, her coat torn at one shoulder. “Satellite feeds just died,” she said. “All of them. Something under the water is blocking transmission.”“Something?” Florence
CHAPTER 7, THE GATHERING STORM 2
The light pulsed once, then fractured the floor. A thunderous crack split the nave; marble buckled and gave way to a shaft of blinding radiance that poured upward from the depths below.The guards staggered back. One fell to his knees, sobbing. Leah’s staff clattered to the floor, its carvings blazing with symbols that hadn’t glowed since the first Dominion age.“Beneath the altar,” she breathed. “It was never just stone.”The radiance thinned, revealing a spiral staircase descending into the earth, each step carved with runes older than any tongue still spoken. A whisper slid through the air, too soft for the soldiers but clear to Yeshua alone. “Come down, Heir. The Covenant waits.”He moved toward the stairs. Jessica grabbed his sleeve. “You don’t know what’s down there.”“I think I do,” he said. “And it’s calling me.”Florence stepped beside him. “Then you’re not going alone.”Leah nodded once, eyes shining with something between pride and dread. “Go, both of you. The rest of us w
CHAPTER 6, THE GATHERING STORM
The bells would not stop. From every steeple and clock tower, from churches long abandoned and chapels that hadn’t opened their doors in decades, their iron throats cried the same note. Dominion City trembled beneath the sound, as if the metal itself knew what had awakened.Yeshua stood at the edge of the river, the morning light bleaching the color from everything. The water ran gold where it caught the reflection of the still-burning tower. Beside him, Jessica and Florence watched the skyline flicker between smoke and sunlight. “It’s been ringing for three hours,” Florence whispered. “Why won’t it stop?”“It’s not a warning,” Yeshua said quietly. “It’s a summons.”Jessica frowned. “To what?”He didn’t answer. The mark under his sleeve throbbed once, like a pulse too large for his veins.Across the river, Dominion Tower was surrounded by barricades and reporters. Screens replayed the night’s eruption in endless loops.Politicians called for curfews, churches for repentance. The wor
CHAPTER 5, THE ECHOES OF THE DOMINION 2
The wind carried a metallic taste, sharp as blood. Rails groaned beneath invisible weight while silver eyes multiplied in the dark.Jessica’s hunters moved with drilled precision, forming a wide ring around Yeshua and Florence. Radiant symbols blazed under their boots, weaving a lattice of light. Jessica’s voice was steady but urgent. “Keep them outside the seal! No hesitation!”Yeshua stepped forward until he stood on the circle’s edge. “They’re not demons,” he said quietly. “They’re echoes, souls twisted by what the Watcher touched.”Jessica shot him a glance. “Then show me how you save echoes.”The first of the creatures lunged. Its body looked human until it hit the light; then the mask peeled back and something without shape screamed. The barrier shuddered.Yeshua extended his hand. Golden lines erupted from the sigil on his wrist, weaving through the hunters’ lattice like veins of sunlight. The field stabilized.For one surreal moment, time slowed. Florence watched him, watched
CHAPTER 4, ECHOES OF THE DOMINION
The morning after the Second Sign, Dominion City moved like a man who had seen a ghost but refused to admit it.Billboards that once sold perfume now streamed images of wings carved in lightning. Street preachers shouted that prophecy had awakened. News anchors argued whether Yeshua Yael was a savior or a fraud. He watched it all from a cheap diner on Westbridge Lane, hood drawn low. The TV above the counter replayed the rooftop footage for the tenth time. Every loop tightened the coil inside him.“Every sign will cost you something.” He wondered what the price would be this time.A waitress poured his coffee without meeting his eyes. “You look familiar,” she murmured.“I get that a lot.”“Yeah, you and the guy who blew up that tower last night.” She laughed nervously, moved on to another table.Yeshua stirred the coffee he wouldn’t drink. The mark under his sleeve pulsed once, faintly, like a heartbeat answering some far-off call.Across town, Florence stood in her office, staring
CHAPTER 3, THE FIRST SIGN 2
Evening draped Dominion City in molten gold. Skyscrapers flared against the dying light, and somewhere high above them, the Dominion Tower cut into the clouds like a blade.Yeshua arrived first. The tower’s lobby was silent except for the low hum of machines and the echo of rain on glass. A marble sigil, the same circle of wings that burned under his skin, spread across the floor. He felt it vibrate through his boots.A voice greeted him from the shadows of the elevator bank. “Still punctual,” Gideon said, stepping forward. “Even after everything.”Yeshua’s jaw tightened. “You could have sent a message through someone else.”“You wouldn’t have come.” Gideon’s smile was thin. “And we both know you needed to.”The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Gideon gestured upward. “The Council wants to meet their miracle.”“I’m not a miracle.”“Tell that to the dead man who’s breathing again.”They rode in silence. The elevator climbed fast, too fast, its walls reflecting their uneasy fac
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