Chapter 46: Shadows of the Bloom
The wind carried the scent of scorched bark and damp earth as Riku slowly rose from the petrified root, eyes hollow from a sleepless night. The forest, though slowly brightening, still felt like a tomb—a place caught between life and death. He pressed his palm against the ancient wood, grounding himself. The whispers of the Ashenroot woman hadn't left him, nor had her eyes—silver like moonlight yet so filled with sorrow they pierced deeper than any blade.
"When power demands sacrifice... will you still call it a gift?"
Those words had taken root inside him. The pendant throbbed faintly against his chest now, like a dying heartbeat. He gripped it, as if trying to force answers out of it—but all he got was silence.
Airi's face flickered in his memory—her smile, her warmth, her hesitance. She'd known something. She always knew more than she said. But was it protection, or manipulation?
Footsteps behind him.
He didn't turn. "I figured you'd follow me."
Kai stood behind him, arms crossed, his usual cocky expression traded for something heavier. "You look like hell, Riku."
"Thanks," Riku muttered, voice rough. "You didn't answer my call."
"I didn't have to. I knew where you'd go. Nemeton always calls us back when something's changed."
Riku finally turned. "Did you know what this place really was? That it's not just a relic… it's a grave?"
Kai didn't flinch. "I suspected. But I didn't have proof until you went digging."
"Digging?" Riku's eyes narrowed. "I almost died in there. That woman… she wasn't human. She was something else. Something ancient. And she knew me."
"She knew the pendant," Kai corrected. "And that means she knew your brother."
Silence fell. Cold. Dense.
"You told me he vanished near the Bloom Scars," Kai continued. "But the truth is, he made it farther than anyone else, didn't he?"
Riku said nothing. He didn't need to.
"I think he reached the First Bloom," Kai said, stepping closer. "And left that pendant behind… maybe as a marker. Maybe as a warning."
Riku shook his head. "No. He wouldn't… he wasn't like that. He wanted to protect us. He told me the Bloom was hope, not… not this."
Kai's jaw tightened. "Hope can rot."
They both stood in silence, the wind stirring their hair as birds began to cry out from above. A new dawn, but it didn't feel new. It felt like the first day of mourning.
"Let's head back," Kai finally said. "Airi's worried sick. And I think… it's time you learned the rest."
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Back at the safehouse, Airi stood by the window, hands clenched. Her eyes locked onto Riku the second he entered—relief flashing, then quickly masked by something more complex.
"You saw her," she said softly.
Riku nodded. "You knew?"
"I had dreams," she whispered. "Fragments. Ever since I found my relic."
She lifted her hand, revealing a delicate ring glowing with pale violet energy. "It's not just you, Riku. The relics… they've started waking. All across the continent. People are hearing voices, seeing things. The Bloom is unraveling."
Kai closed the door behind them. "You should tell him, Airi. Everything."
She hesitated—then walked over, pressing her ringed hand against his pendant.
The room dimmed.
Riku gasped as memories not his own surged through him—flashes of burning forests, ancient cities swallowed by vines, a boy with silver eyes screaming a name he didn't recognize… and then her. The woman of the Ashenroot, standing beneath a blooming black tree, surrounded by corpses.
And beside her… was Riku's brother.
Alive. Changed. Eyes glowing like the pendant.
"No…" Riku staggered back. "He's alive? That's not… that thing…"
"He's become something else," Airi said gently. "The relics… they don't just grant power. They replace something inside us. Memories. Feelings. Even our names."
Riku clutched his chest. "Then what am I?"
Kai looked at him grimly. "You're the last line before the Bloom breaks completely. And if your brother really reached the Root… then you're the only one who can stop what's coming."
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They left the next morning—Riku, Airi, Kai, and two others: Lian, a quiet girl with a flute that could bend sound, and Roan, a rogue who had once been part of the Scorched Hands. Each had been touched by a relic, each marked by destiny.
Their goal: the city of Caelira, where the Bloom Council had gone silent weeks ago. Rumors spoke of relic-bearers going mad, of black flowers growing in the palace garden, of a figure cloaked in silver who called himself The Bloom King.
As they traveled, Riku felt the pull—like the roots of Nemeton were still inside him, threading through his soul. The pendant no longer felt cold. It pulsed.
Alive.
He wasn't sure if it was hope… or a warning.
But he would find out.
Even if it cost him everything.
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