"Kael, move!" I shout, my heart pounding as the ground beneath us shakes with the force of the enemy’s advance. The air is thick with tension, every breath feeling heavier than the last.
Kael doesn’t hesitate. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with a mixture of determination and something else I can’t quite place. We stand side by side, our children—my children—positioned behind us, their power surging through the air, palpable like a crackling storm waiting to burst. The ritual is almost complete. Only one thing remains.
The traitor.
“You can still back out,” Kael says, his voice low, urgent. “We don’t need to do this. I’ll find another way.”
I shake my head, my hands glowing with the power the Moon Goddess herself gifted to me. “No, Kael. There is no other way. We’ve come too far. This
