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Chapter 591: The New Journey

Heidi slipped in the rain and the courtyard stones rose to meet her — cold, immediate, indifferent to the distinction between floor and face.

She did not know how to describe what she felt. The body registered no great pain, but the paralysis was total: she lay on the wet flags and could not summon enough will to care about the rain flooding her mouth. She heard herself shouting at Nightfall to press the attack, and she heard Nightfall hesitate, and then the sound of footsteps returning.

“My lady — are you hurt?”

Moron. “If we seized them, we had a chance. Unharmed and beaten does us no good.” The words came out thin, all the fury behind them spent.

Behind her, Skyflare screamed.

Then the sounds of fighting tapered off.

The numbness began lifting, replaced by something worse: a pricking fire along both thighs, conspicuous now that the rain had soaked through everything. She forced her head up. Andrea was crossing the flooded courtyard toward her, unhurried, the iron bar still in one hand.

“Done resisting?”

“Yes.” Nightfall dropped to one knee before Heidi could speak. “I give in. Please — don’t kill Lady Heidi.”

Andrea wiped her face with her sleeve and looked down at them. “If I meant to kill her, she’d already be dead. Her Highness Tilly still needs answers.” She raised her voice toward Shadow. “Get Pandora out here. The leg wound needs attention.”

The pain arrived properly then — a dense, dragging weight beneath her hip, the limb feeling borrowed rather than owned, and then a sharper sensation that at least confirmed she still had use of it.

It’s over.

She knew precisely what came next. Tilly had moved only after securing enough evidence to reconstruct the Bloodfang Association’s history without Heidi’s confession. Iffy. Softfeathers. Probably others she had underestimated — witches she had marked as assets and watched with a proprietary eye, assuming their loyalty was simply a function of their dependence.

The rage that arrived then was not hot. It was a decision. She released what remained of her magic power and aimed it at Andrea’s back.

Power of Pulverizing. Anything hollow, within ten steps, collapsed inward.

“My lady, no—!” Nightfall’s voice broke.

Too late, Heidi thought. At least that much.

But nothing happened.

An invisible resistance scattered her power as though it had struck glass. She stared. Andrea turned with an expression that had moved past contempt into something tired.

“You’re wearing the God’s Stone of Retaliation.” Heidi’s voice came out hollow. “Then what hurt me — it wasn’t your ability at all?”

“You incorrigible bitch.” Andrea raised the iron bar and brought it down.

The courtyard went dark.


“That’s settled.” Andrea watched two Sleeping Island witches carry Heidi and Skyflare toward the palace. She looked at Ashes. “How did yours end?”

“Skyflare may not live to reach the Western Region.”

“Tilly wanted them alive.”

“I know what Tilly wanted.” Ashes licked a raindrop from the corner of her mouth. “Skyflare has real technique. She doesn’t surrender — she calculates. If I’d left her any room to maneuver at the essential moment, something would have gone wrong. So I didn’t leave room.”

“You—” Andrea had no ready answer.

“If you’d shown the Glassbead sooner, they might not have committed so fully.” Ashes’ voice was measured, not accusatory. “But you raised the flintlock instead. They had no way to know what it was.”

“Stop.” Shadow stepped between them, arms folded, with the expression of someone who has been mediating this same argument across many years. “Lady Tilly is waiting for a report. Standing in the rain arguing is how you get typhoid.”

They looked at each other. Then, without speaking, they walked inside together.


After she gave her report, Andrea watched Tilly’s face and found none of what she expected. The great threat to Sleeping Island was resolved; the evidence secured; the Bloodfang Association’s leadership broken. Tilly should have looked lighter for it.

Instead she looked diminished — not grief exactly, but something without a name.

Ashes drew close and took both her hands. “What is it? Are you unwell?”

Tilly shook her head. “When I first read Roland’s letter, I didn’t believe it,” she said. “We’ve found our own place. A real one. Why would anyone choose to repeat what we already lived through?” A pause. “Why would she?”

“Not all combat witches will follow Heidi Morgan into that thinking,” Ashes said. “Especially now that living conditions have changed. Several in the Bloodfang Association itself had already turned. Nightfall proves it — she didn’t fight to the death when the moment came.”

“She’s right.” Andrea surprised herself saying it, and didn’t try to dress it up. “Give it time. People move toward what’s good for them. The Witch Union is evidence of that.”

Tilly breathed in. “Most of the Bloodfang Association’s witches knew nothing about what Heidi was doing. Iffy confirmed it.” She straightened. “After I speak with Camilla, I’ll call them together. Anyone who wants to wait here for the outcome of the trial — they’re not our enemies.”

The two nodded.

Sleeping Island had grown loud with witches, and no one wanted to see that change.

“When the storm breaks, we bring Heidi to the Western Region,” Tilly said.

Ashes’ eyes sharpened. “To fight the church?”

“Yes.” Tilly’s eyes closed briefly, and when they opened her voice had steadied into something she had clearly been working toward all day. “The Judgement Army, the God’s Punishment Army, the Pure Witches, the Battle of Divine Will. Roland was right — real liberation comes only when the church is gone. I would fight for that even if he weren’t my brother.” She looked between them. “Will you come?”

“Of course,” Ashes said, without hesitation. “I’ll always be with you.”

Andrea nodded. And for a reason she could not begin to account for, her mind produced — out of nowhere, with perfect clarity — the smell of ice cream bread.

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