The mountain screamed.
Not metaphorically—not poetically.
Stone cracked apart with a sound like bones snapping. Ancient wards flared, screamed, and shattered as raw power slammed into them from above.
Calix's roar tore through the underground chamber like a living thing.
"AMAYA!"
Her name hit her chest like a physical blow.
Amaya staggered, clutching her head as memories crashed through her in violent waves—lives layered on lives, deaths folded into rebirths, love and betrayal tangled so tightly she couldn't separate them.
She fell to her knees.
Golden light poured from her eyes, her veins glowing like molten lines beneath her skin.
The Night Fox King stepped back, awe and calculation burning in his obsidian gaze.
"So it's true," he murmured. "The full convergence."
Amaya's voice trembled when she spoke, layered with something older.
"They're tearing the mountain apart."
