The scream continued.
Not fading. Not weakening. Growing.
Building on itself like avalanche gaining mass. Like storm finding strength. Like breaking given momentum until it became unstoppable force.
Sound poured from my throat with power that didn't come from lungs or vocal cords. Came from somewhere deeper. From every trial survived. From every moment of choosing feeling over safety. From love weaponized through acceptance instead of fear.
And the sound was doing something impossible.
Turning into light.
I could see it. Could feel it. Waves of silver brightness emanating from my mouth with each sustained note. Spreading outward like ripples in water made of luminescence.
The light hit the glass walls and they cracked. Hit the frozen floor and it shattered. Hit the ten court Lunas and they stumbled backward, divine weapons lowering.
My scream was unmaking the palace. Was breaking Luna's perfect domain through nothing but chosen emotion given physical form.
