로그인“Is that him?” a young voice whispered from somewhere along the valley’s edge, but Ryder didn’t turn. He didn’t hear the packs gathering. He didn’t see the shadows forming a wide crescent around the field. He heard only the fading echo of her voice inside him, soft enough to break him, strong enough to guide him.He walked forward, slow steps over dew-coated grass that shimmered in the early light. The world seemed painted in silver and gold, every color too bright, too gentle, as if reality was trying to offer comfort he had no idea how to accept. He felt the warmth of the sun on his skin , a warmth he hadn’t known in years , but it didn’t reach the parts of him that mattered.“Ryder,” an elder murmured from the crowd, voice filled with awe and confusion. “He’s alive.”He didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, as if her voice might be waiting just beyond it. Wind curved around him in soft spirals, brushing his arms, his shoulders, the back of his neck. He knew that touch.
“Where is she?” Ryder’s voice croaked into the cold morning air before he even understood he was awake. The sound didn’t feel like it came from his throat. It felt torn out of him, dragged up from some depth he hadn’t visited in years.He opened his eyes slowly, cautiously, as if the world might collapse the second he looked at it. Above him stretched a pale sky washed in the colors of first light , soft gold bleeding into silver, and silver fading into the faintest blue. For a moment he simply blinked, confused, trying to gather himself. The last thing he remembered was the unbearable pull of the shadow realm, Sienna’s name struggling to stay on his tongue as everything inside him cracked apart.Now… dew coated his hair. Grass cushioned his back. Warmth touched his skin, unfamiliar and startling. He sat up sharply, breath catching. The warmth didn’t disappear. It stayed. Steady. Gentle. Real.His chest rose and fell with a rhythm that felt newly born.He touched his heart with trembl
“Ryder, get up,” Sienna whispered urgently, her hands sliding beneath his arms as she tried to pull him onto his feet. “We can’t stay here.”“I’m trying,” he muttered, his voice weak but determined, forcing his legs beneath him even as they trembled like they no longer belonged to him. “Just… give me a second.”“We don’t have a second.” She glanced over her shoulder, heart pounding so hard she felt the beat in her teeth. The place where Lunaris had vanished still crackled with residual light, like the very air feared to settle. “She’ll come back. Or worse, something she sent will.”Ryder exhaled a shaky breath, gripping her shoulder not because he needed balance but because he needed her closeness. “Where are we going?”“The old Moon Temple,” she said without hesitation. “It’s the only place she won’t destroy outright. She still needs what’s buried beneath it.”Ryder huffed a laugh as they stumbled into the tree line, his arm slung over her shoulders. “You mean that ruin you dragged m
The Goddess Marks Them Both“Don’t move,” Ryder warned, his voice ragged as he pressed a shaking hand to the tree beside him. “She’s here.”Sienna froze mid-step, her breath sharp in her chest. The night around them, previously silent except for the distant rustling of wind across the ruined temple grounds, seemed to tighten. The air condensed, thick like cold smoke, then shifted with purpose. Every torch flame bent toward a single point behind them.“Ryder,” she whispered, unable to keep the quake from her voice, “don’t look back.”“I already did.” His jaw locked. “Too late.”Light exploded across the abandoned clearing, violent, blinding, a burst of moonfire that clawed the shadows off every stone. Sienna instinctively shielded her face, but Ryder didn’t. He stood exposed beneath the storm of radiance, breath torn from him as if the light fed on his pounding heart.Lunaris stepped from the radiance as if it were the fabric of her robes, her presence so massive it crushed the air int
“Open the gate,” Sienna ordered the moonlit corridor itself, her voice steady as steel though her pulse trembled beneath her skin. “I know you hear me. You’ve always heard me.”The torches along the walls dimmed as if exhaling, their flames bending toward her, and the air thickened with the unmistakable presence of something old, ancient enough to remember the first kings. The stone beneath her feet vibrated, humming like a heartbeat awakening after centuries of silence. It wasn’t the first time the Citadel had shifted around her, but tonight it felt deliberate. Sentient. Expectant.She stepped forward.The corridor stretched ahead, then twisted, doors vanishing, arches melting into silver vapors, walls folding into themselves. The castle obeyed her, guiding her toward the hidden exit reserved for chosen vessels of the goddess. Sienna didn’t look back. There was nothing behind her she couldn’t leave, except memories, and she carried those like wounds.“You shouldn’t go alone,” a voice
“I heard him again,” Sienna whispered into the dim chamber, her voice barely carrying beyond the archway where moonlight pooled like liquid silver. “You can tell me I’m imagining it, but I know his voice. I know when the world bends.”The High Seer, ancient and thin as parchment, didn’t lift her eyes from the scroll she was unrolling. Her fingers trembled not from age, but from fear she didn’t dare name out loud. “Your Majesty,” she murmured, “the dead do not call to the living. Not after this many years. Not after what happened at the gate.”Sienna stepped closer, the hem of her gown whispering over marble as if the floor recognized her and shifted to meet her steps. Her expression held no anger, only a quiet certainty that unnerved even those who served her most loyally. “Ryder has never been dead,” she said softly. “He was taken, not lost.”The Seer finally looked up, and the flickering torches reflected in her milky eyes. “You rule with grace, but your heart clings to a spirit tha







