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It felt like a death sentence.

But he couldn’t go to them.Couldn’tmake himselfspeak.Hedidn’t deserve forgiveness.Didn’tdeservethem.

Suddenly—

“Warrior!Enoughself-pity!”

The voice blasted through the room like a thunderclap, so loud and powerful thatBurnjolted upright from his seat—only to be slammed back down, flattened to the floor as an invisible weight crashed over his entire body.

“Please…” he gasped, barely able to draw breath.“Can’t…breathe.”

His lungs burned and his chest heaved.Thepressure wasn’t just physical—it was divine.Thevery weight of theGoddess’swill pressed him to the floor like an insect beneath a god’s thumb.

The pressure lessened slightly, just enough to allow a shallow inhale.

“Listen to me,”theGoddessthundered, her voice echoing in every molecule of his being.“Thelife of the woman you love—the oneIchose for you andBrightto share—is in danger!”

Noelle—the name rang in his heart like a bell made of fire.

“You andBrightmust go toEarthat once to save her!”theGoddesscommanded.

“Earth?”he gasped, trying to lift his head, but the divine weight still held him down.“But…but where onEarthis she?”

“I will guide your way,”she said.“Takethe first ship you find in theDockingBayand go at once.YouwillNOTbe given a second chance.”

And just like that—she was gone.

The pressure vanished so abruptly thatBurngasped and rolled to his side, coughing, sucking in a deep breath as he tried to steady his spinning thoughts.

Noelle’s in danger.She’sin danger and we’re her only chance.

A sudden spark lit in his chest—a familiar psychic tug, urgent and familiar as though someone desperately wanted to talk to him.

Think-me,he realized.Someone’strying to reach me.

And he knew who it was.

Bright.

He’d ignored every attempt until now—shut his best friend out completely.Butthis time,Burndidn’t hesitate.

He opened the channel.

“It’sNoelle—she’s in trouble!”Bright’smental voice burst into his head like a tidal wave, filled with panic.

“Yes,Iknow!”Burnsent back instantly.“I’mon my way to theDockingBaynow!”

“Meet you there!”Brightshot back, and the connection snapped off, clean and sharp.

Burn was already moving.

He vaulted to his feet, his boots pounding against the floor as he sprinted from his quarters.Thelong corridors of theMotherShipblurred around him, silver streaking past as he ran full tilt toward theDockingBay.

His heart slammed in his chest.Theyhad to find her—had to get herback.

Please,Goddess,he prayed, silently, fiercely.Idon’t know what kind of danger our female is in… but let us reach her in time.

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