The forest recoiled as Ariana took her second step.Branches bent away from her path as if the land itself feared what she had become. The Blood Eclipse throbbed overhead, its crimson glow bleeding through the canopy, painting her shadow long and monstrous across the ground.Damon didn’t move.He couldn’t.His chest felt hollow—like something vital had been ripped out and left bleeding under the moon. Ariana’s eyes—those eyes—were no longer the stormy silver he knew. They were pitch black, bottomless, reflecting nothing.Not love.Not memory.Not mercy.“Ariana,” he said hoarsely. “Fight it.”She tilted her head, slow and curious, like a predator studying wounded prey.Fight it.The words meant nothing to her now.Behind her, Elaria’s presence loomed like a living shadow. Her smile was calm, victorious.“Run,” Elaria whispered, not to Damon—but to Ariana. “Let the Hunt begin.”Something snapped.Ariana vanished.The ground exploded where she’d stood, bark and dirt scattering violently
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