The cave was silent except for the faint hum of energy that pulsed from the Moonmark fragment in Sena's hand. The soft glow from the fragment illuminated the stone walls, casting long, ethereal shadows across the cavern. For a moment, everything felt suspended in time—like the world had stopped, holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
Sena stood still, staring at the fragment as it rested in her palm, the power within it warm against her skin. She could still feel the echoes of the vision that had flooded her mind—the Goddess in her prime, the wolves in their full strength, the terrible fracture that had shattered the connection between them. The curse had been born from that moment, and now, holding the fragment, Sena could feel the weight of the world pressing down on her s
