Morwenna's POV
Ash scattered through the air like falling feathers as I stood in the ruins of the celestial temple. The wind was colder here. Not because of the elevation, but because of what lingered. Magic. Memory. Something older than either. The stones beneath my feet still pulsed faintly, as if mourning. Or waiting.
I knelt and pressed my palm to the center of the scorched sigil. It burned faintly against my skin. Not pain. Recognition.
"Speak to me," I said, voice low. "If you're still inside me, if you ever were, show me."
Nothing answered.
Not at first.
Then the sky trembled.
Not visibly. But in that deep-bone sense. Like something enormous had just taken breath above the clouds. Or below the earth.
Behind me, Sabine's voice cut through the stillness. "Morwenna. Something’s
