Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Between was fading.
Its crystalline pathways shimmered, then cracked. The sky above—once a canvas of woven starlight—peeled back into nothingness. All around me, silence echoed like the aftermath of a scream too large for the world to hold.
Liora was gone.
Not dead. Not truly. But shed like skin, melted into myth and Thread and memory. Her flame still sang in my chest, faint and persistent, like a distant heartbeat from another lifetime.
But something was wrong.
The god stood beside me, watching the world unravel and rebuild.
"Why does it feel... wrong?" I asked.
He didn’t answer at first. His gaze fixed on the horizon where a new realm was being spun into existence—mountains forming from swirling dust, rivers carving into place with glistening cla
