Chapter 30 Reality's Labyrinth: Where Flowers Hide The Blood

• Two blurs collided, one trailing rose petals and blood spray, the other leaving afterimages of black fire. Every clash sent shockwaves through the city. Blood met shadow, each parry shearing off chunks of architecture. The grand ballroom? Gone. The vaulted ceilings? Dust.
• Elena grabbed Viola's arm as a scythe-strike vaporized the west wing with blood. "WE NEED TO LEAVE!"
• Viola didn't argue. She spared one last glance at the cataclysmic duel—where Lux flipped midair, her gown flaring as Rebellion cleaved through a blood-tide—before sprinting outside.