Azriel blinked, the tension in his body still not fully dissipated as he tried to process her words. "A gift? What do you mean?" His tone was edged with both curiosity and disbelief, as though his mind couldn't fully grasp the concept of what had just occurred.
Lora nodded slowly. "During the time I was unconscious, after the battle with the lycans... I met the Moon Goddess. She spoke to me, and she granted me a new ability." She paused, watching as Azriel’s eyes widened, absorbing the weight of her words. "I can’t be hurt, at least not physically. No weapon, no blade, no attack can truly harm me anymore. The Goddess made sure of that."
Azriel’s jaw clenched, the mix of emotions swirling in his eyes, disbelief, relief, awe, and something close to reverence. “You... you can’t be hurt? Eve
