THE VEIL OF TWENTY MOON
It throbbed with an uneasy rhythm, unlike anything she had felt before.
“Moonbearer,” Cassian said behind her, his voice low but urgent. “Something’s happening. Look.”
She turned to him, brow furrowed, and followed his gaze. In the distance, beyond the blackened plains and toward the Silverpeak Mountains, pillars of fire climbed into the sky. The flames flickered in unnatural shades—gold, crimson, and violet, streaking upward like molten lightning.
“Fire?” Kael’s voice cut through the silence as he stepped beside her. “That’s… too controlled to be a natural wildfire. That’s deliberate.”