Blood Heir
“It was tension. The bonds stretching across something shifting beneath them.”
“And you stabilized it,” I reminded her.
“Yes.” She agreed.
“How?” I pressed on.
She swallowed. “I shortened the distance.”
Cian’s gaze sharpened dangerously. “Explain.”
She exhaled slowly. “The Moon centralized the bonds. Structured them vertically.”
Blasphemous technically, but she continued.
“If something older operated on balance rather than hierarchy, then when it reasserts itself, the structure above it strains.”
A pause.
“You’re speaking theory,” Liam said.