ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
“But when she gave you her Dream… she left me her Echo.”
He frowned. “Echo?”
“Half a soul searching for a home,” she said softly. “When the Mother dies, her essence scatters. When Dominion dies, her hunger lingers. They found me.”
He stared, horror creeping down his spine. “You mean you’re”
“Both,” she whispered. “And neither.”
The trees shuddered as she spoke. Branches twisted, leaves withered, then bloomed again, creation and decay breathing in tandem. “I am the echo of two gods,” she said. “And the world’s first silence between them.”
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