Ashval's POV Just then, the doors of the shrine groaned open once more with that serpentine exhale, the sound of breath slipping between the fangs of gods. Cold air slinked through the shrine, heavy with secrets. I froze. Even within the cage of Ian’s flesh, I felt it, that sacred air shift and ripple. My heart thundered. I turned swiftly, facing her. Selene. And my eyes screamed the words my mouth couldn’t. “Do something, mother!” She moved like mist, like memory, silent and soft. One swift turn of her hand and her cloak unfurled like a storm-born wing, sweeping around me. A veil of magic cloaked us both, rendering us as whispers within the walls. Not seen. Not heard. Not known. It hid us. Swallowed our scents. Made us one with shadow. But even as we vanished from sight, I trembled inside this flesh. To stand so near to her, so near to divinity, unsettled me. Not merely for the raw power that shimmered off her skin like heat from a forge, but for the memories her pr
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