Nymera’s POV
The portal opened with no warning.
No ritual. No spell.
Just a tearing sound—like the sky itself had exhaled.
And then there it was.
A vertical wound hovering in the clearing, framed by the same dagger-shaped rune carved into my collarbone.
No flame. No ash. No pressure like the First Howl’s power.
Just cold.
Stillness.
Like time held its breath.
Kaelith stood beside me, sword half-drawn.
Dain emerged from the edge of camp, his jaw clenched, eyes glowing faintly silver.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I think it’s her,” I whispered.
“The second god?” Kaelith asked.
I nodded slowly. “The silent one.”
Graeven stepped forward cautiously. “You sure you want to walk through another door, Nymera?”
No. I wasn’t sure.
But it wasn’t a question anymore.
The mark on my should
