CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: THE FIRST TEAR
(Solomon's POV)
Some victories are won through strength.
Others through sacrifice.
This one began with a single tear.
The Impossible Sight
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody breathed.
The Devourer was crying.
The tears were not water.
They were fragments of darkness.
Pieces of the abyss breaking apart and falling into nothingness.
Each tear carried memories.
Ancient memories.
Older than worlds.
Older than stars.
Older than life itself.
Mirabel stood before the cosmic horror without fear.
Without hatred.
Without anger.
The million souls within her watched silently.
Even they seemed unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
The Devourer trembled.
Not from rage.
Not from pain.
From confusion.
It did not understand what was ha
