The crown of moonlight still shimmered on Aria’s brow as she collapsed into Solene’s waiting arms. Her body, limp and trembling, glowed faintly, the light slowly receding into her veins. The ritual was complete—but the change had only begun.

Elena knelt beside her, gripping her sister’s hand. “She’s burning up,” she whispered. “Is this supposed to happen?”

Solene nodded solemnly. “The spirit realm has accepted her, but it’s also reshaping her. The power will settle… if ...