Aria’s sleep is anything but peaceful.
The world around her dissolves into silver mist, soft and endless. The ground beneath her feet glows faintly, like crushed starlight, and the sky above is a vast ocean of swirling moonlight. No sound. No wind. Just silence… heavy and watching.
Then, she feels it.
A presence.
Ancient. Powerful. Unforgiving.
From the shimmering haze, a figure begins to form—radiant and untouchable. Draped in flowing silver, her eyes glowing like twin full moons, the Moon Goddess steps forward, her aura pressing down on Aria like the weight of fate itself.
Aria drops to her knees instinctively, her wolf trembling inside her.
“Rise, child,” the goddess’ voice echoes—not loud, yet impossible to ignore. It vibrates through Aria’s bones, through her soul.
Aria lifts
