Chapter 82: Nyra’s POV

The hall was impossibly still. Every breath I took echoed like a whisper against the marble. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even think properly. The woman, no, the Goddess, watched me with eyes that seemed to see through time itself. The longer I looked, the more I felt like I was unraveling, thread by thread.

My lips parted, but no words came. What did you say to her? To the being who hung the moon, who breathed life into wolves and shaped the night sky with her ...