THE REJECTED LUNA’S FOUR KINGS
My golden-amber eyes didn't flicker with kinetic flares; they were just eyes, steady and clear.
I looked at my hands. The golden runes were still there, but they were no longer glowing with a stolen light. They were part of my skin, like a tattoo of a story that was finally finished.
Félix was there, catching me as I stumbled. His emerald aura was gone, but his eyes were more vibrant than I had ever seen them. He looked at me, and he laughed—a bright, ragged, human sound.
"I can't feel the Spire, Emma," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of dust, sweat, and the future. "I can't feel the brothers. It’s just... you. It’s just us."
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