Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Author’s eyes were not eyes at all.
They were voids—vortices of unwritten time, twin abysses that pulled at Liora’s soul like gravity inverted. Her breath hitched as those hollow sockets turned to her, and for a split second, she didn’t know if she was looking into him or through herself.
Kael moved to her side, but a silent force pinned him in place.
The others froze behind her. Even Ember, ever defiant, stood still as a statue—her flame dimmed, her defiance swallowed whole by the presence that filled the room like invisible ink.
The Author didn’t speak.
He wrote.
The pen of bone lifted slowly from the cradle of ribs, moving with eerie grace, and with each scratch across the airless void, words carved themselves into the very silence.
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