Chapter 172
Chapter 172: The Song That Remains
As the obsidian net descends, Elenwe and the child weave together using the silver thread and the memory of the song. The echo sacrifices her golden thread, and the garden's seed blooms within Elenwe, transforming the hollow's sky into a gentle rain. But the cost leaves a black line on Elenwe's palm, and a distant bell heralds a new arrival.
The net fell, a lattice of obsidian that swallowed the violet sky, and with it, the last vestiges of twilight. Each strand hummed with the hollow's chorus, a thousand voices woven into a single, descending note that vibrated not just in the air, but in Elenwe's very bones. The cold of it brushed her skin, raising gooseflesh, and the seed in her chest pulsed in answer, a frantic, desperate rhythm that seemed to match the net's inexorable descent. It felt like a heartbeat, alien and suffocating, pressing against her ribs.
Ren reached her side, his face a mask of pale desperation, his breath ragged against the encroaching silence. "Elenwe, we have to move. We can't outrun it." The words were a plea, a whisper lost in the growing hum.
"We don't outrun it," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor that ran through her hands, a stark contrast to the chaos clawing at her insides. "We weave it." The conviction surprised even herself, a lifeline in the encroaching dark.
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