Chapter 68 The Bridge Of A Thousand Selves
- Every choice leaves a ghost. And now they had all come to claim her.
- The bridge shuddered underfoot, its light cracking like glass. From beneath, the swarm rose—hundreds of Kiras clawing their way out of the glowing abyss, their hands reaching, their faces twisted in rage, sorrow, or blank indifference.
- They climbed over one another in a grotesque tide, each screaming in her voice.