The moon hung like a silent sentinel in the sky, casting silver light across the forest, painting the trees and river in an otherworldly glow. The night was still, the air cool and sharp, as though the world itself was holding its breath. But inside Ella’s chest, a storm raged—untamed and unrelenting.She stood at the edge of the riverbank, her reflection rippling in the moonlit water. Her body ached from relentless training, muscles sore, bones heavy—but her spirit thrummed with a ...