Chapter 169
Chapter 169: The Seed That Waits
Elenwe faces the hollow's seed as it rises from the crack, the silver scar on her chest burning cold. The chamber crumbles around them, and the seed seeks a new vessel. Elenwe and Ren flee as the seed pursues, only to find the child waiting above—changed, and no longer alone.
The figure of crystal and shadow stepped toward them, each footfall leaving a crack that spread like frost across the root-woven floor. A sharp, cold ache radiated through Elenwe’s ribs, centered on the silver scar etched into her chest. She pressed her palm to it, a desperate, instinctive gesture, and felt the hollow’s presence twisting beneath her skin. It wasn’t the familiar, rooted ache from the flower’s bloom, but something coiled and waiting, a pressure that promised to burst forth.
Ren pulled her back, his grip firm on her arm. “Don’t let it touch you.” His voice was a low growl, laced with a fear that mirrored her own.
But the figure moved with impossible speed, a blur of fractured light and deepening shadow. Its crystalline hand, sharp as obsidian shards, reached for the silver scar. Elenwe twisted away, stumbling against the ancient loom. The threads, woven from the very fabric of the first world, shuddered violently. The dark stain that had retreated from the scar pulsed anew at its edges, not black now, but a pale, hungry grey that seemed to drain the light from the chamber.
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