Fractured
The glade exploded with light.
Not a single flare, not a blinding blast, but a living radiance that unfurled in waves—silver, viridian, and pelagic blue—braiding into a pulsing corona that rose and fell as if it had lungs of its own. The tripartite luminescence synchronized, each swell of brightness echoing a shared heartbeat that was no longer just Selene’s, nor Ronan’s, nor Mirra’s, but a single rhythm born of all three.
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