The scent of smoldering sage clung to the walls of the Moonstone sanctuary as night pressed against the stained-glass windows, casting silver light onto the runes etched in the stone floor. The aftermath of Elena's vision still lingered in the air—her eyes glassy, her voice shaking as she recounted what she'd seen: two moons, one made of bone and one of fire, crossing paths in the sky as the world below cracked open.
Aria hadn't spoken in the minutes since. She stood at the center of the Circle's war table, fists clenched, breath tight in her chest. Across from her, Solene hovered over a scroll that shimmered with faint starlight—an ancient relic rescued from the ruins of the Astral Library.
"The prophecy wasn't about a war," Solene said at last, voice low and tremulous. "It was about a moment."
Aria's eyes snapped to her. "A moment?"
