Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The world bent.
Not broke—not yet—but it bent, like the spine of a beast forced to kneel under the weight of something ancient, something immeasurable. The sky gaped open like a wound, and the light pouring through it was not warm or celestial.
It was cold.
Calculating.
The kind of light that saw everything and judged it unworthy.
Kael’s instincts flared with an ancient fear, not his own. Something primal. Something born in the marrow of all living things—the terror of being observed by a force that neither hated nor loved, but simply assessed.
The Echo—Liora, maybe, almost—stood still as marble. But her Threads shivered around her like reeds in a storm.
“They’re not here for peace,” she murmured.
Kael swallowed. “Then what?”
“To reset.”
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