The ancient ruins of the Moon Temple stood silent beneath the silver sky. Moss blanketed its fallen stones, and vines crawled through shattered columns like time reclaiming its secrets. Once a sacred place for Luna’s chosen, it had been destroyed in the old wars—left to crumble in shadow.

But tonight, under the watch of the waning moon, something stirred.

Aria stepped into the heart of the ruins, her bare feet brushing against cracked marble and soft earth. She wore no armor, only a ...