Ashcroft twists the blade deeper.
The fracture widens.
The sky flickers into a distorted haze.
Without the ley line—
Divine blood has nothing to ground into.
It either collapses inward.
Or explodes outward.
“He wants rupture,” I whisper.
“Yes,” Ashcroft replies smoothly.
“Convergence was always too unpredictable. But rupture? Rupture reshapes everything.”
He looks at me.
“If divine blood cannot stabilize, it burns itself out. And then no more Moonwright problem.”
He’s not trying to ascend anymore.
He’s trying to annihilate.
Kill the bloodline entirely.
The baby kicks violently.
Pain lances through my abdomen.
I nearly black out.
“No,” I gasp.
“Anchor!” Morgan shouts.
“There’s nothing to anchor to!” I choke.
The earth is broken.
The ley line bleeding.
There is no foun
