Crimson Bloomed: Ascend
Shimmering images of Aria laughing, crying, sleeping, bleeding, kissing, dying.
Living.
Aphrodite collapsed to her knees, overwhelmed. She pressed her hand to one of the images—Aria curled in a blanket, tangled with Elara, Nova, Iris, Lys, Athena, and Selene. The tenderness was so raw it hurt.
"She's whole," Aphrodite whispered.
"She's not alone," Vaethea said.
"No," Aphrodite replied. "But she's not safe yet."
They both turned toward the center of the cathedral, where a throne of bone stood.
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