Bound by Moonlight and Magic
They stood at the edge of the world—not in the way maps end or oceans drop, but in that quiet, infinite place where certainty frays and imagination breathes. The Tangle no longer writhed behind them; instead, it pulsed like a sleeping heart, quiet in its surrender. But before them, no path stretched forward. No stone or snow. No flame. Just air thick with possibility and a hush so absolute it felt like breath held by the universe itself.
Liora held the knot in her palm.
It had not stopped moving since Serai gave it to her—twitching, shifting, tugging against her fingers like it wanted to leap from her grasp and write itself into the stars. She could feel it humming, each pulse echoing along her spine, into the deepest roots of her magic. It wasn’t just a kn
