Six Years Later
The Vault never opened again.
It was swallowed by the mountain, sealed in stone and silence, like the world was trying to pretend it had never happened. No search parties. No rescue teams. Not from the Silver Pact, not from the monks who studied the Veil, and definitely not from the relic-hunters, who usually rushed toward danger like it owed them money.
Whatever happened in that place—whatever she did—didn’t just shift the prophecy.
It snapped something.
Bent the story sideways.
Three years passed. Nothing. No trace. Most believed she’d died with the rest of them.
But legends don’t like to stay buried.
Sometime in the fourth year, people started whispering about a hunter. A girl who never gave her name. Who went after the worst kind of Moonborn—the twisted ones, th
