A cold wind whispered through the ruined temple, threading through the cracks of shattered pillars and ash-stained stone. The crimson light of the Blood Moon bled slowly into silver, its dying glow washing over the wreckage like the final exhale of a god.

On the altar, a body stirred.

Selene’s chest rose, shallow at first, then again, stronger this time. A ragged gasp tore from her throat as air burned into her lungs. Her fingers twitched against the icy slab beneath her, her skin damp with ...