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Chapter 144: The Vision

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-07-09 14:54:21

It came without warning, the way the most significant things always did.

One moment I was standing on the northern cliff above the estate in the full moon's light, the talisman warm in my hand, the silver energy moving through me in the deep, resonant way it did on full moons when the power was at its most awake and least manageable. The next moment the world I was standing in simply, completely, stopped.

Not darkness. Not sleep. Something else entirely.

I was still standing. I could feel the g
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