Wholeness was blooming at last in Boreál; understanding. Everything was raging and lost and fire. Rory had been a fright. She’d destroyed everything she could. Lojack was hers.

Poe’s eyes lit up at the sight of the omnitron unit as Elliot Harper’s voice rang out in real a second time throughout system and Rory was coaxing them home on the Why Stay Hollow.

“Give me my boy back! That’s my boy!

I’m gonna fuck you all up for whoever did that.”

Horus was here and speaking in full through Echo when she’d need him, landing across a sea of time which saw her with peace in the darkness. She could be felt by one physically in system and another beyond. They were both to be with her and this beautiful remnant intelligence Chloe left behind to comingle with Fox as equals inside Hardline. Demi Annexa was found as the height of excellence they’d proven in the Brawl of Boreál. Thier blue flame was feigning.

Onslaught was itself anticipating its great remaking as would be Scarlet in time to come—something seen in how it might fly and fight in change towards forms of heaven.

Why Stay Hollow was a freighter. It was the source of food and hope. It was the mark of champion’s making. It was change in Boreál from back to forth in practical form. It was a hospital and Echo had spent time there after awakening by hands of Rory. She’d been allowed to transverse the space between it and The Foundry with that same raw white which held her through the aftermath of the crash.

It was in the conscious flashes she had in those fluttering awakenings on that traversal which had her witness the force of Chiron again. It held her home to be in flow with its waves of storm and power so large. The belt of black and white around and above and throughout. Sanctuary had been destroyed as seen. Every bit of her help from around had proven witnessed in some means of retrospection beyond time from all of Ecatosh. Rory had purged the soul of a devil from that place and it was left with only ruin.

Ulysses was seeing fit to take The Stallion wide and low to black and blue—phasing colors—shifting planes and wilding right into a birth upon Exile’s belly.

Hitheroth was everywhere. Even in him. Especially in him.

Tornados of clashing ships would prove a nuance of thinnest nature—retreats all. This war was in waiting. A match was being struck and only the few left behind. Leopold struggling to process it all in the wake of her leaving. Horror and change would be the feeling they thought of. Hope was the truth.

Disabled systems in The Foundry were proven to be propped up by Echo in her time—programming unkempt that her presence had kept afloat—they’d not struggle to replace her with the echoes of herself now left in others.

Chloe was felt with her now. She’d been a brightness in those times when she thought herself alone. They hadn’t ever meant anything but well of the woman until things had been thrown at her unjustly for a misinterpreted smile.

The intelligence know as Cyan inside of hardline was recognized as what it was—its creator from Ecatosh—Chloe’s soul.

Time Throws Fire | Part Five | Chapter Thirty-Two

the second novel in The Foundry series

Time Throws Fire

Part Five | Coward’s End

Chapter Thirty-Two

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