First Bite
The creature reveled in these tormented memories, feeding upon them—growing stronger with each recollection.
Sinking to her knees, Autumn felt the Book of her ancestors flare against her chest, pulsating with primal energy. The coin—Luma’s coin—seared into her palm, merging painfully with her skin. A glowing sigil materialized around her, encircled by radiant white fire that flickered with ethereal vitality.
Then, she rose, not by intention, but by the inexorable pull of instinct.
The Book opened in midair, its pages turning as if caught in a mystical storm. From her lips emerged a voice that was not her own:
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