POV: Nyra
The scroll pulsed where her fingertips touched it—cold and ancient, as though something inside it had just awakened.
A strange warmth slid through her veins, sharp and golden. She gasped, clutching her chest.
“Kael!” she called out, stumbling backward as the blood she’d left on the scroll began to move. Literally move. The dried crimson ink shimmered, shifting into a glowing symbol—one she didn’t recognize but instinctively knew.
Two moons. One black. One white. Intertwined.
Kael was by her side in seconds, his hands gripping her arms. “What did you feel?”
“I… I don’t know. It reacted to me. Like it knew me.”
He stared at the scroll, jaw clenched. “That mark—it’s not just of the Moon Goddess. It’s the Seal of Echo Blood. A line thought long extinct.”
Her lips parted. “Wha
