The Moonborn realm shimmered with a pale, pearlescent light that felt ancient and eternal. Aria’s bare feet pressed into the cold crystal floor, yet her soul burned with heat. Caleb stood beside her, his breath steady but his eyes clouded with the weight of everything they had just seen—everything that now stirred in the sacred space before them.

They had crossed the threshold of the Moon's sanctum—a place no mortal had walked for centuries. The silver-lit hall seemed to bend time ...