POV: Luna
That night, I slip into the otherworld without meaning to.
I'm exhausted from constant vigilance. From the Circle's threats. From Council surveillance.
Sleep becomes that partial otherworld state. One foot in each world.
Miguel is waiting for me. But he looks worried. Urgent.
"Luna, something's wrong. Something big is coming."
"What do you mean?"
"The otherworld is unstable. Dark energy flooding through. Something powerful is moving. Aligning forces in the living world."
The ethereal landscape around us flickers. Darkens. Like storm clouds gathering.
"Show me," I say. "What's coming?"
Miguel gestures, and visions appear.
I see rogue creatures. Hundreds of them. Gathering in coordinated groups. All marked with the same symbols I've seen before.
But they're not alone.
