Moon
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The wind over Olympus was no longer divine. It carried the scent of ash.

Fallen clouds drifted like ghosts, their silver edges turned black by the fires below. The once-eternal sky now glowed red, and thunder rolled with a human cry.

Marcus stood at the edge of the high terrace, armor cracked, eyes burning faintly gold. Below, the mortal realm trembled—cities drowned, mountains broke, and rivers boiled. Every strike of lightning mirrored the pulse of his heart.

He could still taste Kael’s bloo
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  • The City That Turned Its Face

    The uprising did not begin with fire it began with doors that did not open.Diana stood in the strategy chamber as reports stalled on the screens before her—feeds frozen mid-sentence, surveillance grids blinking offline one by one. Entire districts of Sterling were going dark, not in chaos, but in coordination.“They’re locking us out,” Xavier said quietly. “Civic wards. Transportation nodes. Even emergency beacons.”Diana’s fingers curled slowly against the edge of the table. “On whose authority.”Xavier swallowed. “Local councils. Claiming interim autonomy under… Moon-recognized charters.”The words tasted like ash. Marcus paced near the window, the city’s skyline fractured by shadows where lights should have been. He felt it in his bones—the wrongness of it. This wasn’t a riot. It was a maneuver.“They’re following a script,” he said. “Every rebellion I’ve ever crushed started louder than this.”Diana nodded grimly. “Because this one doesn’t want to look like rebellion.”Another al

  • When the Quiet Ends

    The first strike was not magical it was not divine it was political Sterling woke to chaos disguised as procedure.Diana stood in the central operations chamber as reports streamed in from every quadrant of the city and beyond. Her advisors spoke in clipped tones, trying to remain calm, but the pattern was unmistakable.Council members refusing summons trade governors suspending compliance. Regional stewards citing “jurisdictional uncertainty.”Sterling was not under attack Sterling was fracturing.“They’re invoking old charters,” Xavier said grimly, projecting a cascade of documents into the air. “Pre-Sterling accords. Moon-backed treaties that were never formally nullified.”Diana’s jaw tightened. “They were buried on purpose.”“Yes,” he replied. “And now they’ve been unearthed.”Marcus stood near the far wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room with a warrior’s instinct rather than a ruler’s. The seal between him and Diana was steady, but taut—like a drawn bowstring.“They’re not

  • Judgment Without Silence

    The summons went out across the realms at dawn not softened by diplomacy.It rang through divine channels, ancient sigils flaring to life in sanctums that had not been disturbed in centuries. Thrones that had gathered dust awakened. Names that had become myth stirred uneasily.The Conclave of Gods was called.And at its center stood one charge that shook the foundations of the Accord itself, Marcus, God of War, was to stand trial.Diana received the formal notice in silence.She stood alone in the Hall of Measures, light from the fractured sky spilling across the floor in sharp, geometric patterns. The seal at her chest pulsed slowly, not with fear—but with a deep, steady heat.“They’re framing it as jurisdictional,” Xavier said carefully from behind her. “Violation of divine mandate. Interference with bloodlines. Alteration of fate.”Diana didn’t turn. “They’re framing it as treason.” Marcus stood a few paces away, armor unadorned for once, his spear resting against the wall. He look

  • The Cost of Knowing

    The betrayal did not announce itself it arrived wrapped in etiquette, signatures, and smiles that did not quite reach the eyes.Diana sensed it before the reports reached her desk—an almost imperceptible tightening in the lattice of alliances that had held Sterling steady through decades of careful balance. Trade corridors hesitated. Joint defense protocols delayed, messages arrived slower than they should have, phrased with just enough courtesy to disguise withdrawal.Marcus watched her as she read the first confirmation aloud.“The Helios Compact has suspended shared gate access,” she said flatly. “Pending… reassessment.”Marcus frowned. “They swore fealty to Sterling during the Second Fracture.”“They swore convenience,” Diana replied. “Not loyalty.” the seal between them stirred, faint and uneasy.More reports followed the Azure Houses requested renegotiation of military aid.The Verdant Coalition delayed grain shipments “due to internal review.” and then came the one message that

  • What the Moon Takes First

    The Moon family did not strike again immediately that was the cruelty of it.For three full days after the Transit Hub incident, the realms stayed unnervingly quiet. No incursions. No distortions. No political declarations masked as courtesy. Sterling systems stabilized, public confidence held, and the Accord chambers buzzed with cautious relief.Marcus hated every second of it.He stood on the Citadel balcony overlooking the fractured sky, fingers curled tightly around the stone railing. The seal between him and Diana was calm now—too calm, like a lake after something enormous had passed beneath the surface.“They’re watching,” he said.Diana joined him, her expression composed but her eyes tired. “Yes.”“You felt it too.”“I feel them every time the seal breathes,” she replied quietly. “The Moon family doesn’t rush. They map patterns. Reactions. Weaknesses.”Marcus turned to her. “Then why hasn’t the next move come?”She hesitated.“Because it already has,” she said.As if summoned

  • The Price of Being Seen

    The consequences began before the doors of the High Conclave Hall fully closed behind them.Diana felt it first—not as pain, but as noise. A constant pressure at the edge of her awareness, like standing in a crowded room where everyone was whispering her name at once. Gods, watchers, constructs, entities she had no words for. The seal made her impossible to ignore. Marcus noticed immediately.“You’re overloaded,” he said quietly, guiding her down the long obsidian corridor away from the assembly chambers. His hand hovered near her back, unsure whether to touch or give space.“I can handle it,” Diana replied, though the effort it took to keep her voice steady surprised her.“You shouldn’t have to,” Marcus said, jaw tight.They stopped near a balcony overlooking the lower levels of the Citadel. Below them, Sterling operatives moved in disciplined patterns, already responding to new directives. The world hadn’t paused to absorb what had just happened. It never did.Diana rested her hand

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