Nymera’s POV
The sky cracked open.
Not thunder.
Not lightning.
A sound like teeth grinding against glass. Like a scream swallowed by the stars themselves.
The Spiralborn didn’t wait for a formal declaration.
They moved like they’d been given a signal only they could hear—silent, synchronized, unstoppable.
A tide of dark-clad zealots surged from their camp toward Hollowfang’s gates.
Kaelith was already shouting orders from the tower as I raced down the inner steps, two at a time.
Behind me, the spiral over my heart pulsed in response to the magic filling the air. It wasn’t a whisper anymore.
It was a roar.
And it wanted out.
The walls trembled as the first impacts landed—explosive, magical, wild.
Arrows laced with spiral magic burst on contact, igniting the stone with sickly go
