Eidos stands draped in moonlight and shadow, his body pressed against the cracked sphere of the lunar core. The sight of him clawing into the glowing stone makes my stomach drop. Threads of pure silver energy spill from the fractures, each one snapping free like a stretched nerve finally breaking.
Every thread he pulls sends a shock through the void.
A heartbeat later, I feel the damage echo through my chest.
The Mirror pulse stutters painfully. I gasp and catch myself on Jax’s arm as my knees weaken.
He tightens his hold on me. “Sage. Stay with me. Just breathe.”
I try, but it feels like I am inhaling shards of my own magic.
Ahead of us, Eidos tears another silver thread free and holds it up as it dissolves into his hand. The real moon outside fractures in response, a new line rippi
