DAMON'S POV

The light from Aria's awakening disorients the enemy.

It struck the ridge first-a white flare that washed out the red moon, causing every shadow on the battlefield to vanish. For a brief moment, everything seemed to hesitate: wolves halted mid-leap, spears remained half-raised, and fire appeared to float in the air like a held breath. I sensed it in my bones before I fully grasped it-a warm sensation that unfurled in my chest, flowing through the connection between us like a ...