The walk from the dining hall to my office felt like marching through waist-deep water. Every step was heavy, laden with the impossible weight of the revelation Selene had dropped into our laps. My mind was a chaotic storm of tactical maps, historical timelines, and the lingering, ethereal scent of the Moon Goddess’s garden. Beside me, Amethyst walked with a quiet, fierce grace, her jaw set in a way that told me she was already bracing for the hunt.
‘Jackson, breathe,’ Amethyst’s voice drifted into my mind, warm and grounding. ‘I can feel your pulse spiking from here. You’re overthinking.’
I glanced at her, catching the bright purple glint in her eyes that hadn't quite faded since the vision. ‘Does any of this make sense to you, Ames? Where are we even supposed to begin looking? How can
