Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Hollow breathed.
Not in the way a living thing does, with lungs and blood and bones, but with intention. With presence. Every leaf, every ripple of breeze across the Sigil Tree’s silver canopy hummed with awareness. The veil between what was and what could be had thinned until the line dissolved entirely. And Liora stood at its center, the golden eye still glowing faintly against her skin.
Kael held her hand like a lifeline.
They hadn’t spoken much since the Author’s unraveling. There weren’t words yet—language hadn’t caught up to what had happened. But their eyes stayed locked when silence threatened to feel too much. They were here. They were whole. And the Hollow was… something new.
Thistle stood off to the side, still reading. She hadn’t looked up
