THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON
The forest looked warped beneath the half-light, and the air hung still, charged with invisible tension.
Iris shaded her eyes. “Is it an eclipse?”
Aiden’s voice was low. “No. It’s the Veil.”
The Veil. An ancient omen—a curtain between the mortal world and the realm of the spirits. For it to descend now meant something catastrophic was drawing near. It meant the boundaries were cracking, and the Hollow Throne was stirring.
Her mark burned. Not with the usual golden fire, nor with the black void it had flirted with before. Now, it shimmered a dusky violet—a melding of both. Balance unbalanced.