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Anchor’s Price

The Labyrinth of Roots convulsed as Sera clutched the One Anchor, her veins blazing gold. The godglass relic pulsed like a second heart, its light searing through the corrupted silver tendrils of the garden. Around her, the blackened roots twisted violently, lashing at both the Argent Whisper's crew and the Talasüm fleet.

"Sera! The roots—they're targeting everything!" Lysandra shouted, hurling a storm-marble to vaporize a serpentine root. The marble's lightning fizzled weakly, its power dampened by the Labyrinth's malevolence.

Garvin's thornvine arm writhed, carnivorous petals snapping at the attacking tendrils. "This place is alive—and pissed!"

Elara's laughter echoed through the chaos. "You cannot tame what was born to devour, little star."

The Anchor's power flooded Sera's body, burning away the garden's corruption. Her skin shimmered with golden fractals, and her eyes glowed like molten ore. But the cost was agony—every heartbeat felt like glass shards in her veins.

"The Anchor demands balance," Zmey roared, flames barely holding back the roots. "It purges the Old Ones' rot… but it will consume you too!"

Sera gritted her teeth. "Then let it."

Elara materialized before her, antimatter swirling around his void-black form. "You're wasting yourself. The Anchor's curse will leave you hollow—a shell, like me." He extended a hand, his voice softening. "Join me. Together, we'll unmake the Veil and build something new."

For a heartbeat, Sera wavered. Memories surfaced—Elara teaching her to navigate the Inverse Spires, his pride when she first wove starlight. But then she saw Kael's face, his body dissolving into roots.

"You don't build," she hissed. "You burn."

Lysandra's storm-marbles dimmed, her stolen memory a hollow ache. Desperate, she pressed her palms to the Labyrinth's floor. "Fine. Take more."

The storm answered.

Lightning erupted from her eyes, her hair a tempest of electricity. The Labyrinth shuddered as she channeled the raw fury of the Veil itself, tearing through Talasüm shadows. But blood trickled from her nose, her skin cracking like porcelain.

Garvin grabbed her arm. "Lys! You'll kill yourself!"

"Better than dying small," she snarled.

Garvin's thornvine arm had become a sentient beast, petals screeching as they devoured roots. But the corruption spread, thorns piercing his shoulder. "Sera! The Anchor—now!"

He lunged at Elara, his arm exploding into a thicket of barbed vines. They ensnared the void-wreathed figure, buying seconds.

"Fool!" Elara hissed, dissolving into shadows.

Zmey landed beside Sera, his scales peeling to reveal the Starweaver sigil beneath—a relic of his mortal past. "The Anchor isn't a weapon. It's a key—to the Dawn Pirates' final vault. They didn't bind the Veil… they stole its heart."

Sera stared. "Where?"

"Here." Zmey slammed his claws into the Labyrinth's floor. The roots recoiled, revealing a pulsating core of liquid starlight—the Veil's true heart.

Vihra materialized, her storm-form flickering. "The Talasüm are breaking through! Do it, Starweaver—now!"

"But the cost—"

"Isn't yours alone." Vihra plunged her hands into the Veil's heart. Lightning consumed her, her form unraveling into pure energy. "Tell the Dawn Pirates… I finally kept my oath."

Sera drove the Anchor into the heart.

The Labyrinth exploded in a supernova of gold and shadow. The Talasüm screamed as their fleet disintegrated, Elara's form fracturing into static. "This isn't over!"

The crew was thrown back, the Argent Whisper's roots cocooning them as the world dissolved.

When the light faded, the Labyrinth was gone—and so was the Veil.

In its place stretched an endless sea of newborn stars, their light gentle… alive.

But Sera knelt at the helm, her body now half-gold, half-root. The garden and Anchor had merged, binding her to the new reality.

Lysandra touched her shoulder, storm-eyes dim but unbroken. "What now?"

Sera gazed at the horizon, where shadows whispered of Elara's return. "We sail."

Above them, the stars began to sing.