Chapter 47 The Sovereigns Awakening
The weight of the ocean should have crushed us instantly.
But as the water hit the silver wells, something happened.
The liquid silver didn’t mix with the salt water; it exploded outward in a violent, protective sphere.
In the center of the sphere, Leo and Liam opened their eyes.
They weren’t gold anymore. They weren’t violet.
They were a solid, brilliant white—the color of a thousand suns.
They floated in the center of the vortex, their small hands outstretched, holding back the weight of the Atlantic Ocean with nothing but the sheer force of their will.
“Mama,” they said in unison, their voices echoing with the power of the ancients.
“The water is heavy. But the light is stronger.”
I watched in awe as my five-year-old sons began to push back.
The silver sphere expanded, forcing the salt water out of the temple, out of the city, and back into the rifts in the ocean floor.
The Aegis submersibles were caught in the outward pressure, their hulls crushing like soda cans under the magical feedback.
But the effort was killing them. I could see the cracks forming in their skin, the white light leaking out of their pores.
“Stop!” I screamed, reaching for them.
“You’ll burn yourselves out!”
“We have to finish it, Mama,” Leo said, his voice straining.
“We have to seal the Gate.”
They reached for the central rift—the source of the liquid silver.
With a final, agonizing cry, they channeled the entirety of the city’s magic into the rift.
The earth groaned, the tectonic plates shifting and grinding until the rift was sealed shut.
The white light vanished. The ocean went still.
Leo and Liam fell from the air, and I caught them just before they hit the stone floor.
They were breathing, but they were no longer the same children who had played in the Forbidden Forest. They were empty.
Every drop of magic, every spark of the Silver Gene, had been spent to save the city.
I looked up to see Killian and the survivors of the Alliance standing at the edge of the temple.
They looked at the twins with a mixture of fear and reverence.
“They saved us,” the Priestess whispered.
“No,” I said, standing up and cradling my unconscious sons.
“They saved you. But you let them pay the price. My mother was right about one thing—this world doesn’t deserve the Silver Lineage.
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I looked at Killian, my eyes burning with a new, lethal purpose.
“We’re leaving, Killian. We’re going to find the woman who started this.
We’re going to find my mother.”