Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Hollow knew silence.
But this one was new.
Not the quiet after war. Not the hush before a storm.
This silence remembered.
Liora stood atop the cliffs at dawn, the Hollow sprawled below her like a memory still unfolding. Wind tugged at her hair, carrying with it whispers not from the trees, but from the stories still stitching themselves into the seams of the world. Behind her, Kael leaned against the rock wall, his sword across his lap, eyes half-shut but sharp beneath.
"You feel it too," she said without turning.
Kael didn’t ask what she meant. He just nodded.
"Something changed when the Archive screamed. Something deeper than just the pages."
"It woke something," he murmured. "Or someone."
Liora's fingers brushed her collarbone, where the Sigil
