Morwenna's POV
Fire lingered in the sky where the portal had closed, a burn scar across the heavens that refused to heal. I stood at the battlements, still bloodstained, still half-drenched in the raw magic of what I had done. Leofric hadn’t let go of my hand since we returned. Maybe he was afraid I would dissolve again, or maybe I was. Either way, I clung to that warmth like an anchor.
Sabine was the first to speak. "It wasn't just one realm that bled tonight. We felt the rift open all the way in the southern covens. The bloodline barriers cracked. Elders are waking up who haven't stirred in a century."
I barely blinked. "Then we wake too. We gather them. This war won’t wait."
Sabine frowned. "It isn't just about swords and sorcery anymore, Morwenna. This whatever you've become, it's
