The world changed.
Not slowly.
Not gradually.
Instantly.
The moment the ancient voice spoke its final words, reality itself seemed to awaken.
The stars brightened.
The oceans stilled.
The wind vanished.
Everything listened.
Everything waited.
Because something older than destiny had begun moving.
Denise could feel it.
The power inside her no longer felt borrowed.
It no longer felt like magic.
It felt like memory.
Like waking up after a very long sleep.
Beside her, Liam stiffened.
He felt it too.
The bond had changed again.
No.
Not changed.
Unlocked.
Layers peeled away.
Walls shattered.
Limits disappeared.
The silver and gold symbols covering their bodies merged.
Lines of light flowed between them.
Creating patterns neither had ever seen before.
Ancient patterns.
