CHAPTER 229: UNEXPECTED TURN

The light grew brighter.

It was golden-green. It pushed back the darkness and the chaos, creating clear area in the battlefield.

Sylva appeared.

The deer-like Progeny appeared beside Jonah. Cherry blossom branches grew from its antlers, with the petals floating down slowly. Where its crystal hooves touched the ground, tiny white flowers bloomed instantly.

Even in the chaos, even with the screaming and the violence all around them, Sylva’s presence brought a moment of stillness.

Seraph glanced at the approaching group of Weavers and their corrupted Progeny. "Jonah, I trust you. But how exactly is a deer supposed to stop an army?"

"Watch."

Jonah closed his eyes and focused. Not on his own thoughts, but on Sylva’s purpose. The Progeny wasn’t made for fighting. It was made to bring peace. To calm suffering. To heal not just bodies, but souls.

He pushed his will into Sylva, using the Progeny as an amplifier.

The "Aura of Serenity" activated at full power.

A wave of golden-green light exploded from Sylva like a gentle explosion. It wasn’t violent. It didn’t push or burn. It simply washed over everything in its path.

The effect was instant.

The Weaver closest to them, a boy who was about to summon another twisted creature, suddenly stopped moving. His eyes, which had been wild and unfocused, suddenly cleared. The glow of his unstable God Mark dimmed from angry red to a softer orange.

His corrupted Progeny, a malformed thing that looked like it was in constant pain, stopped thrashing.

Then it simply vanished, dismissed by its creator.

The boy collapsed, with tears on his face. But these weren’t tears of pain or rage. They were tears of relief.

"What... what’s happening?" Vanessa’s scanner was going crazy, trying to make sense of the readings. "The psychic disturbance levels are dropping fast."

The wave kept spreading.

Another Weaver stopped mid-attack. Then another. And another. Like dominoes falling in reverse, the chaos began to settle into calm confusion.

The twisted Progeny didn’t disappear all at once. Some fought against the soothing energy. But they all became slower, and their violent movements turned sluggish.

Jonah felt the change through his connection to Sylva. The psychic screaming in his head softened.

He opened his eyes and saw the transformation spreading across the battlefield.

Weavers were sitting down, looking at their hands in wonder. Some were hugging each other, crying but no longer in pain. Their Progeny were either fading or calming down enough to curl up beside their creators.

"You actually did it." Seraph whispered.

Draven laughed, then winced as the motion hurt his ribs. "Of course he did. It’s Jonah."

But not everyone was calming down.

Sterling’s cyborgs, who were standing at the area, began to move. Their bot-minds couldn’t adapt to this. They had been ordered to gather combat data, to analyze threats. A battlefield full of peaceful, crying teenagers didn’t make sense to them.

They raised their weapons.

"No!" Jonah shouted.

Silas moved before anyone else could react.

Her shadow panther appeared in front of the nearest cyborg squad. She stood between them and the Weavers.

"Stand down," she said.

The cyborgs didn’t respond. They weren’t programmed to take orders from her. They were programmed to eliminate threats and gather data.

One of them aimed at a young Weaver girl who was still crying.

Silas’s panther attacked like lightning. Its claws, which could phase through solid matter, tore through the cyborg’s brain. The machine collapsed in a shower of sparks.

"I said stand down." This time, Silas’s voice was cold.

The other cyborgs recalculated. Silas was the Alpha. The template. The first successful creation. Their targeting systems couldn’t classify her as an enemy.

But they also couldn’t classify her current actions as authorized.

The machines stood still, caught in a logic loop.

"Silas." Jonah’s voice was gentle. "Thank you."

She turned to look at him. For the first time since they met, her eyes held real emotion. Confusion, mostly. But also something that might have been curiosity.

"Your method is illogical," she said slowly. "Fighting would have been more efficient. But your result is... better. The pain has stopped."

She looked down at her hands. At the God Mark on her palm that had always made her feel like a weapon.

"I must understand this," she continued. "How did you choose peace when war was the logical option?"

Jonah smiled tiredly. "Because logic isn’t everything. Sometimes the heart knows things the brain doesn’t."

Silas stared at him for a long moment. Then she did something none of them expected.

She nodded.

Without another word, she turned and walked toward the edge of the crater. Her shadow panther followed.

"Wait!" Seraph called out. "Where are you going?"

Silas paused but didn’t turn around. "I need time to process this. To understand what I saw here." She glanced back over her shoulder. "I am no longer certain I am your enemy. But I am not yet certain I am your ally. So I will leave. For now."

Then she phased through a pile of wreckage and vanished into the dark.

"Should we stop her?" Draven asked.

"No." Jonah shook his head. "Let her go. She needs to figure things out for herself."

The battlefield was quiet now. The Weavers sat scattered among the wrecked buildings, most of them looking lost and confused. Some were helping each other. Others just stared at the sky as if they haven’t really seen it before.

Sylva’s aura still glowed softly, keeping the peace.

Vanessa ran a full scan of the area. "The immediate threat is neutralized. The Weavers are stable. But Jonah..." She looked at him with worry. "We now have hundreds of traumatized, unstable people who need help."

"I know." Jonah felt completely responsible for what happened next. They won the battle, but now they had a crisis to deal with instead.

Seraph activated her communicator. "This is Captain Seraph to any friendly forces. We need medical evacuation. Multiple casualties. Non-hostile. I repeat, non-hostile."

Static answered her for several long seconds.

Then a familiar voice came through. It was Rook.

"Well well," he said with amusement in his tone. "Sounds like you’ve got yourself a problem, Captain. Good thing I know people who are very good at making people disappear. For the right price, of course."

Before Seraph could respond, every screen in the facility suddenly turned on.

Jonah was suddenly very afraid when Julian Sterling’s face showed up. But this time, he wasn’t in an office or a comfortable chair.

Sterling was on what seemed to be a ship’s control room. And through the window behind him, Jonah could see stars. Not the stars from orbit around their planet.

They were strange stars, forming unknown shapes in the sky.

"Thank you, Jonah," he said pleasantly. "Watching you calm my failed batch with empathy has given me the final piece of the puzzle I needed."

The view changed to show what was behind him.

A fleet of huge starships floated in empty space. Each one looked like a factory and a warship combined into one terrifying vessel.

"You see, I learned something important today," Sterling continued. "Power without control is useless. But now I understand how to create Weavers with both strength and obedience."

He pointed to someone off-screen. "Show them."

The view changed again. This time it showed rows upon rows of pods. Each one glowed with stable, blue light.

Inside each pod was a figure.

The transmission cut out, leaving them in stunned silence.