The silver light poured through the veil between worlds like an ancient breath, pulsing in waves that crossed time and space, until it rested on the silent boundary of the celestial realm where the Moon Goddess remained seated on her throne of constant brilliance. There, above all packs, above all destinies, she watched without blinking every movement occurring in the mortal world, carrying in her gaze not just curiosity, but a growing irritation that converted into a cutting ...