(Maria POV)
The wind over the Hollow Vale had changed.
Where once it smelled of stone, blood, and betrayal, it now carried the faint scent of wild jasmine and ash. A sign, the old seers whispered, that the Luna Flame had burned through the corruption.
But Maria knew better.
It was only the beginning.
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In the weeks that followed the fall of the Hollow Stone Council, the supernatural world shifted uneasily. Factions once silent began to stir—vampire courts demanded audience, dryads emerged from long-forgotten glades, and warlocks sent their familiar-bound emissaries across burned forests.
Everyone wanted to know: What would Maria do now?
The Forsaken had become more than rogues. They were a force. A coalition. And at their head stood a Luna reborn in f
