When Gods Bleed
The convergence came without warning.
Not as sound.
Not as light.
But as absence.
For a fraction of a second, everything—fire, frost, shadow, even thought itself—ceased to exist.
Ridge felt it first.
The lattice did not scream when it began to collapse. It went silent, and that silence was far more terrifying than any roar of destruction. The Core Threads—those ancient conduits that bound reality together—flickered like dying stars, their pulses erratic, unstable.
Aria gasped sharply, her silver essence stuttering within their fused form.
“Ridge…” Her voice echoed not through air, but through him. “The Primordials aren’t attacking the lattice anymore.”
His molten Heartfire flared instinctively, frost snapping violently around it. “Then what are they doing?”
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