POV: Violet
The first real night after the god’s fall was darker than any before.
Not the kind of darkness born from evil or despair, but the kind that came when the world exhaled — when the dust of battle finally settled, and the stars hesitated to shine upon what remained.
The moon hung heavy over the city.
Rain lashed against the hospital windows, furious and endless, as if the heavens themselves were trying to wash away the blood and memory of what had happened.
And through it all, I stood in the corridor, shaking.
The sirens still screamed. The red emergency lights flashed, painting everything in sharp, violent rhythm. My heart thudded in time with them, uneven and wild.
“Violet!”
Kendra’s voice cut through the noise. She ran toward me, drenched from the rain that poured in th
