Chapter 339: The Fire Goddess
Owen's POV
Jennings Mansion, Inner Courtyard
I sat beside Yvette on the stone bench, beneath the shadow of the Jennings family's great blood-orange flame tree. The air was still, yet it carried the distant echo of cosmic tremors—Samuel's doing, no doubt. I could feel it in the marrow of my bones.
Yvette, regal and composed, her crimson hair glowing faintly with the divine spark of her bloodline, leaned back and looked up at the night sky. She had no words, but I could tell she felt it too—the shift. The world wasn't the same anymore. It hadn't been for a long time.
"You know," I muttered, my eyes still scanning the stars, "this world... it wasn't meant to be supernatural. The original story—the base worldline—it was mundane. Simple. No systems, no pantheons. Just politics, blood, betrayal."
Yvette turned her head toward me, silent.
I continued, "...But then we came. Us. Samuel especially. He cracked open the sky like it was paper. Tore through the veil of logic, rewrote the rules like he was born to."
She nodded slightly. "And you think Roselle will come for him, don't you?"
I chuckled darkly. "Come for him? She's been watching him for ages. She and Nocturne—those two were the first to break the System. They didn't climb the ladder. They burned it and forged their own damn titles—Primordials. And now Samuel's dancing on that same edge. Of course Roselle's obsessed."