Supreme Spouse System.

Chapter 668: The Flower Shower

The Flower Shower

The moment Rias’s horse crossed into the yard -

The ground trembled.

It did not strike hard. Nowhere near strong enough to knock anyone down or crack the ground. But there it was. Something off, pressing up through boot leather and horse shoes alike. From below, a low tremor rose - sliding past cobblestones, slipping into limbs, humming inside ribs where silence should have been.

A single stamp cracked the silence, the horse blowing air through its nose - tense. Other animals shifted close by, heads jerking at the sound of metal rings sliding along leather straps while hands clamped down above them.

A noise arrived next.

A hush fell first, then came the noise - deep, rolling through Nagarath as if something huge had settled into the ground. Not sudden. Not breaking the air. Just there, heavy, filling spaces long after it ought to have disappeared. The world held its breath beneath a pulse that refused to let go.

Heads jerked up all at once.

Above the city, daylight gave way too fast. Into view came clouds coiling tight, piling up like smoke sucked inward. Where clear air stood moments before now churned patches of deep purple, swirling in loops that dragged and shuddered without wind. At the rims, sunlight stretched oddly - thin threads bending sideways, fraying into shapes not quite natural. The whole dome of it seemed to sink gently, folding down like paper caught at one edge. Nothing loud happened, just a quiet pull upward, silent but sure.

Whispers moved between them like wind through grass. Quiet voices passed along the line.

"What in the hells is that...?" someone whispered.

Up above, something shifted. The commander’s order cracked through the air - tight, sharp - even as doubt flickered behind his eyes. His gaze snapped skyward a second time. Muscles along his jaw clenched. "Heads high," he said. "Shields up now."

For a heartbeat -

Panic.

A flicker raced across the field, fast and thin. Bodies snapped upright, alert. Metal scraped out of its sheath, sharp and sudden. Round shields lifted, just partway, hesitant - like hands held up before understanding the threat.

One voice cut through - "Could it be fighting?" she called out, gripping the shaft so hard her hands went pale.

A different voice spoke up, eyes moving across the sky. Not a banner in sight -

"Doesn’t matter!" a third cut in. "Look at the clouds!"

Shouts cracked through the air - move forward, stay put, break apart - but died quick when the earth twitched again, soft yet sharp with warning. That shake vanished fast, though something of it stayed behind, prickling beneath flesh like a whisper you can’t unhear.

"Attack?!"

A sudden turn by the gate caught everyone off guard - the captain’s gaze locked on movement. His voice strained, pushing authority through tension. Not a whisper of order yet - just demand. "Attack?" he snapped. Words needed shaping now. "Name who spoke."

"Skyfall?!"

Fear lived inside the word, sour with age. Some of those who’d fought before froze when they heard it, jaws hardening as thoughts rose uninvited - cities turned to flame by wars long past, forces that stayed hidden till everything slipped away.

"No," someone muttered. "Skyfall doesn’t start like this... does it?"

Out of nowhere, the sky began to twist tighter, like a knot pulled too far. Darkness crept in by tiny bits, stealing brightness just before it touched the ground. Shadows grew long on the rock, reaching further than they had before. It felt less like weather, more like the streets holding their breath.

"Another enemy?!"

A sudden cry tore across the open space, edged with shock. Only then did Commander Black react. Straightening fast, his body responded before thought arrived. His gaze turned hard while scanning upward - clouds first, then edges of buildings, finally ground level - all searching for known marks of battle. Burning trails in the sky. Explosions beginning far off. A low vibration creeping down from high altitudes.

It wasn’t anything at all. That blank silence - what scared him beyond reason.

Something stirred in them. Not hurt. Not force. A feeling of offness creeping across their arms.

Up went Rias in the saddle, her red eyes tightening just as the horse let out a nervous puff. Not danger here, she thought - her words quiet, yet sharp. Breathing would change if someone meant harm

Aria gripped the reins so hard they groaned under her hands. Above, the sky curled like burning paper - her eyes snapped to Rias instead. What could it possibly be?

Cynthia exhaled slowly, her usual composure holding - but only just. Her gaze sharpened, calculating. "This isn’t natural weather. The clouds aren’t responding to wind or pressure. Something is shaping them."

Her chin dipped slightly, green eyes tracing the swirls high up. A pause - eyes shut, just once. Then open, sharper now, worry lines cutting deeper. Not a threat, she thought out loud. No push, no clash of power. Yet beneath it all, movement. Quiet. Insistent. Real

Mia took a breath, fingers curled tight near her heart. What was going on - her voice trembled when she spoke

Something moved among the women - small shifts, like breath held too long. Shock flickered, quick as light on water, then vanished behind training. Blades stayed sheathed, yet bodies stayed tight. Eyes never dropped from above, tracking empty air where trouble might begin.

Then - something fell.

Soft. Light.

A shape appears. No flash from the sky. No spell cast loose. Instead, something slips down slowly, carried on wind like the clouds are letting go.

That touch slid across Rias’s gauntlet, missing its mark.

She blinked.

Looked down.

She held it still, quiet weight balanced on skin. A moment without motion settled there, warm against her hand

A rose petal.

Deep red.

Warm.

Frozen in place, Rias blinked slowly. A quiet "...Huh?" slipped out, hanging in the air like dust after a knock on wood

A single breath might have torn it. Still, the petal stayed whole - no flame touched it, no slow vanishing into air. Held tight, her hand froze, waiting... but nothing hurt. Just silence where fire should’ve been.

A single petal let go next.

Then another.

Pink.

White.

Gold-edged.

Floating down like whispers, they curled through the shimmering heat, touching armor joints, grazing against metal and rock without sound. Above, the sky moaned, its clouds coiled tight - still dark, still full - but releasing only softness now.

"Wait... it’s not stopping," someone whispered.

Out of nowhere, another appeared - then several more, soon swarming down like scattered leaves caught in a slow breeze. They twisted without rush, drifting on unseen currents through the black above.

Petals.

Not fire.

Not ash.

Flowers.

A single petal drifted down when she unfurled her fingers. Next to the earlier one, a second landed, like a reply whispered without sound. Her forehead creased, muscles along the edge of her face pulling tight - no terror there, only shock.

This wasn’t meant as harm, said one soldier under his breath while pulling back the blade. Or was it?

"No heat," another said, lifting a palm as petals landed there. "No mana surge either. What in the hell is this?"

People on the sidewalk sucked in breath at once. The sound moved like wind down the block.

"What...?"

"Are those... roses?"

"No - look - lilies too!"

The sun touched their cheeks first. Faces turned upward, slow. Eyes met the light, then held it. A breath passed between them. Stillness followed.

From up high, the sky kept twisting - yet this time it dropped petals, not threats. Down they fell, a real bloom storm, spilling across roads, shingles, helmets, heads.

A hush held them still. One breath passed before anyone blinked.

After that, fear just melted away, sudden yet quiet.

Fear slipped out, much like a trickle of rain down broken rock.

Replaced by disbelief.

Then awe.

Floating down, petals touched skin like whispers, caught in eyelashes before drifting lower. A smell came after - not sharp, but near, honest somehow, impossible to ignore.