𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
They faced me, my skin prickling with something far beyond the baseline horror that gnawed at my stomach. Something else tugged violently at my chest—a sudden, terrifying familiarity blossoming like a dark flower in the center of my mind.
Their words left me completely perplexed, my thoughts spinning into a chaotic vortex. Children? Disciples? A fragment of a goddess inside me? It felt like they were speaking a language I was supposed to know, pointing toward a past I had no record of.
I could feel my strength actively waning, the immense power required to hold the entire meadow in stasis bleeding out of me with every second that passed. A heavy, numbing ache began to creep into my thighs, and my lungs burned as if the air itself had turned to glass. The center core in my chest pulsed unevenly, a warning strike telling me the clock was ticking.
But I refused to break.
