Blood and moonlight
Darius said, solemn, “they’ll break free stronger than ever. And no one—not even you—will survive.”
Ava’s gaze hardened. “Then we find the book. And we make sure my heart doesn’t waver.”
Ava’s voice echoed in the clearing like a vow sealed by fate.
“Then we find the book. And we make sure my heart doesn’t waver.”
The silver-eyed beings remained still, watching her—not with fear, not anymore, but with reverence. One of them stepped forward, the moonlight shimmering off their translucent skin.
“You speak with the tongue of the vessel,” they said softly. “The book will answer only to you. But beware—many have died trying to touch it. Even gods have burned.”